stars silently
    enveloped
     turbulent seas,
gingerly dappling
   each current,
whence the tides
   were stilled
'til they ebbed
    'tween streams
        of serene
            spring waters,
      rushing its
          banks in
             cascades of
                tranquil
                     awed hushes
                         overflowing
                                midst
                                   surrender's
                                                   quietude

Waiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore

Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood

While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth

There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way

What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder

I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time.

I remember the way your lips
Felt like rose petals
Soft and delicate
I loved roses and their sweet smell
When we kissed
Time slowed to a stop
So we could make every moment count
I shouldve known better

I saw you kissing her
Everything was in slow motion
But this time i wish time wouldnt stop
I wish time would faat forward
To when i no longer thought of you
Or rewind to when i was in her place
I shouldve known
You sweet aroma was poisoned
I guess i thought
You were covered in thorns
Because even the most beautiful things
Should be guarded from the world
Now i think its because youre a *****
Even the most beautiful of roses
Have the deadliest of thorns
I hope those kisses make her feel weak
Weaker than i feel now

I've never felt roses the same
In fact
I hate roses

The sun shines, the sea sparkles,
Laughter fills the air, delighted chuckles
Bubble from cavorting cupids,
This is their time, memories built
On a sweet summer day,
Happiness founded on laughter and play.

This languid Aphrodite, though
Must be content with vicarious joy,
Seeking balm in the salt sea,
Soaking invisible wounds, savouring the sting.
Far away, Adonis waits, and waits,
To bathe with her once more.

I wonder where my nightfalls
Go, when they pass candidly
And violet swallows the sunlight