my thoughts are of the ocean and the beaches that form the shore
they are on the raindrops that soaked into the land or flowed beside the others forming the rivers
they are on the mountains the river flow through and the scars they leave as the river carries it to the sea
my thoughts are on the sand under my feet and the journey of which it took to arrive where I stand

I often wonder if one reads a poem and it feels akin to looking at oneself in the mirror then does one look away or think about what they see

My eyes wander
I would like to say it's innocent
However they always land upon a woman
I do not know if it's her beauty or charms
My eyes wander none the less
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
As a man who believes in the sanctity of marriage
Who fears the punshiment of adultree
As a person who sees and hears those who cry out
Wishing for nothing more than not to be obectfied
Yet my eyes still wander

she said to me she loved me
I said to her I love you too
she innocently asked why
my first thought is everything
however, it felt cheap so I thought
My thoughts flow to her voice, hair, eyes, body, skin
but it all felt vain
so I thought of her
when she was there even at the worse times
but is that a real reason to love someone
So I thought of her habits the silence between us
unspoken words that will never be said
looking into her eyes
I say everything

stress is overbearing taxing
all emotions are forced through the filter built by it
if you could escape it you would
the only action is inaction trusting time will chip it away
there are times where that inaction only allows it to build
so one can only pray for the rain to wash it away