as lonely as the tide,
love is out of reach,
the perfections of the
waves with their
tangy blue airs
like liquid silks.

tide,
waves falling
in the darkness.

loving you until
the stars start to melt
in the sky.

carved
out of the rocks,
water sung and diving,

in currents moving quickly,
sinking wave,
sinking wave.

lapping waves
the kiss of the water
the fire of the sun.

i’m broken
the way every writer is
broken and the words fall
out of the cracks.

fragments of the moon,
watery night,
out of the darkness
a flower unfolds.

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.