The love of my life.
O – how do I miss you.
And your round inquisitive blue eyes.
And the gold frame of locks around your porcelain face.

Hundreds of miles separate us.
But our conversation brings me to your side.
When we questioned the cosmos,
And contemplated unearthly realms.

Life was eroding,
I took steps in the wrong direction.
Perhaps if I stayed, you would have fixed me.

Our time together was short.
But our story is never-ending.

My heart yearns for you, O' Georgia.
And the art on your skin.
And the geography of your body.

My mind wanders to a time where we reunite.
And a time where I never leave.
Could they be the same?

Life was a cool blue that turned stagnate

Green was the color, that of moss

That mossy green then caught a flame

And life was burning an incandescent red

That fire burned too bright

And it collapsed quite quickly

To turn into darkness as black as ash

Soft spoken in nature, but powerful at heart.
An intelligence and humor of great volume.
My great romance and sacrifice.
My martyr.

Vast beauty within and without.
An alluring charm and scorching temper.
My conditional love.
My dream.

Compassion and caring unknown to me.
A spirituality and devotion of great strength.
My energy and curiosity.
My marvel.

The swirling jewel that is the ocean crawls up the beach before me. A magnificent beast to behold, it is frightening, yet calming in its majesty.

Like silk, soft sand runs through my fingers and over my feet. Waves collide in my ears. The scent of salty, sun dried palm fills my lungs.

A hermit crab the size of a penny approaches and takes a seat before me. After a short break it saunters off leaving a ribbon in the sand behind it extending for what seems like miles.

Warmth engulfs me and awakens me from my day dream as it slips past a dense cloud. Reflecting on the shimmering ocean are past lives I’ve reveled and regretted. I hear laughter and crying. I feel pain and joy.

I gaze up to witness the sun. The omnipotent star floats just above its destination. As it descends towards the water, and the shadows on land stretch away from it, I sit and watch the colors change.

A painting develops on the grand theater of the sky, and brushstrokes of blue are transformed to purples. Intense yellow marks blaze a deep orange but never stop changing as the brush dips into the ocean.

Breathing slowly guides my way forth. A feeling ignites within me and grows with each breath exhaled. This flame silences the demons and I can feel their presence cease. Not all of them can be vanquished, but I know that with time on this beach I will heal.

When I tire of seeing, I look within

What I’m searching for is buried in sin

At this point I close my eyes

I cannot watch my own demise

As my sight goes, my hearing comes

Waves crash against my eardrums

For a moment I forget

Of each and every last regret

But it is only for a moment

Reality returns, and I grasp it

But my hold is slipping

And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall

When I land, it will be soft

Cast away by my failures, I ran away.
At the edge of the world I thought I would find something-
An artifact that would cure me of disease.

Here I am, still searching.
My senses are dull, and my goal begins to blur.
With each passing day, I am greeted by a different world.

I know that I will not find peace.
I know that when I return,
My nightmares will be waiting.

People come and go, and so do human emotions.
So does the sun, the moon, and the tide.
But there are things that never return.