First come the small waves
Light turquoise color
She can see right through them
As they are washing over her
words, herself, the ocean,
Now being carried by them
The laughter is heard only
The silence of the waves is
The sound of her
She breathes in
Light turquoise color
Then comes a light breeze
The cool slush of tires
rolling over puddles sounds just like
waves falling on waves in the distance.
As the sound gets closer, as the cars rumble
just out of arms reach,
the white noise from the radios
becomes a gentle breeze.
I stretch my leg out,
as if to dip my toes
in the surf.
The floor beneath me
becomes warm sand
that comes to life -
wrapping around my feet like a blanket
on a cold,
what I wouldn’t give for a good book
right now. Anything to pass
the ‘unforgiving minute.’
Because, just dreaming of waves
The sound haunts me and wakes me from a quiet sleep.
As they beat a cadence on the
the waves are a constant reminder of time
and its limits.
I wish I could help you
I wish I hadn't done what I did to you
Maybe I should have just shut you out
from the very beginning
Run at the very first
But I didn't
I was a fool
I didn't know what I was getting into
Something more than friends
Something more than excitement
Even more than disloyalty
I brushed on the surface of love
And sent ripples through the water
That eventually turned into waves,
And they crashed on you,
I am at fault
For all of this.
But all I can do is repeat words like the waves.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Lately I've been completely captivated
by images of rising and crashing waves,
bodies of rough, unrelenting waters
that are known to have killed men
and buried them at some unknown depth.
I lose myself in these watery landscapes,
the raging current that hides in its invisiblilty
catches hold of not just my attention,
but my very existence, all that I am,
and pulls me in hard, dragging me away.
The sirens swimming in the depths
call out to me, promising me peace,
tranquility, and their song soothes me,
drains my worries of breathing away,
and I give myself over to the idea
of following them deeper,
never pausing to look back at the surface.
Watching water move in motionless pictures
makes me realize that I've been day dreaming,
fantasizing about finding the beauty hidden
beneath the intense pressure of the waves,
and I realize that maybe I'm escaping
into the idea of drowning...
I hear it's the most peaceful way to die.
its a heart to heart kind of night
with me, you have no price to pay
i take away worries
you have a smile on your face
and i cause deep laughter to flow
through your damaged veins
i tangle you inside my
jungle of secrets
you do not mind getting lost
for i am an island of joy and fun
and you are a shipwrecked sailor.
(11.23pm | j.g.)