shadows and smoke,
the watery fires of the sun,
the sea whispering
of summer dreams,
gathering the
wilderness of the waves,
melting, melting…

dreams of the tide,
loneliness,
bold landscapes,
a breeze blowing roses.

gold as the sinking sun
the cloudy sea,
burnt to the colour of autumn leaves,
floods with blue.

the fires of an august sun,
the leaves a dream  
of shadows.

the sea sings of
all my sadness,
i hear it in the waves that
beat relentlessly,
in the sky that dreams of softness,
in the sands that stretch like golden tides.

when you broke me the first time
i cried until the tears pooled
into the dark.

when you broke me the second time
i just broke you back for hurting
me so bad.

i break easily because i love
i break easily because i love you.

as beautiful as a star,
as beautiful as the night.

dreams that soften,
calming the mind
until it sighs like a ghost.

the darkness broods,
shadows thicken,

clouds drift into the
darkest recesses of night,  

their blue-black inks
singing of lonely shores

and watery streams.

the water dreams,
wild as a sea,
tranquil as a star.

smoke and ghosts,
utter emptiness.

the moon drifting
in a smouldering sea
of grey inks.

the sea, rushing,
its blue inks dissolving
in pools.

a cloud whispers
fragments of a dark song
to the sky.

the waves crashing,
crashing, crashing….

i am the moss that hides
in the crevice,
the forest dreaming of
wood-elves and
white clouds,
the ivories of
the stars.