Hold on,
It’s never easy,
Take this thread,
It’s all you have
Left.

No matter
What you’re
Struggling with,
Hold on.

A chain of soft fabric string,
Dangles from a branch
In the wind, swirling buoyed,
It’s barely afloat by tendrils
That split, so thin.

Hold on,
Don’t let go,
To be taken
By the wind.

The sky is purple tonight,
Sweetness laces invisibly.

Waves roll in,
Is it what
You leave behind
That matters?
Answer:
Also
The here,
The now.

I can hear
Them as they crash to
Hit land roughly—
Phantoms,
Hidden but fierce,
These waves race.

A force to be
Reckoned with...

There is
Something calming,
About listening
To siren songs,
In the dark.

Nothing else,
Comes to mind.
Forgetting
Your troubles,
Leaving
Them on
The Shore,
Behind you.

There’s something
About
The motion;
Losing your
Worries
In the vastness.

Pools subside to nothingness.

Devotion,
Circles
The sea
To wash
Ashore
With endless
Possibilities.

Pools subside to nothingness.

There's a reason,
It's called
A Siren Song.

The wind blew
Fast, like shooting stars.

Bridges linked,
Supersonic speeds,
Crossed oceans,
Networks
Of waves
And branches
Traveled
Above
Salt-Water-Smoke;
For miles, bespoke.

Swiftly carried
By air;
To arrive
Out of nowhere.

Shut the doors,
Closed them tight.
Kept the breeze
Out
On that cold, cold
Night.

Paint to paper,
From a beating heart;
Bleeds like old acrylic
Dreams on the back
Of syncopated medium
As emotions
Pour uncontrollably
Because you never
Knew how to not
Feel so much.