As the waves crash on the eastern shore
We dip our feet in the calm sea of the west
The sun has only began to arise
Bright with orange hope of noon beginnings
The sky looks like bright paint on a gray canvas
Soon we lay in the sand
The sun dries until only salt is left in our hair and skin
And you kiss the palm of my hand
Our breathing is slowed
Our lids drag and get very low
As if the light is like weight on our eyes
Too afraid to fall asleep
Because of sunburn
And the fact that we will miss time with each other
The sun beams on the western shells
Glittering like diamonds we pick them up and present
The gift of everlasting friendship

Never forget me even when you slumber
When the eastern shore is full of pain and thunder
The shells will glitter
The sun will hold you
our friendship my love will always ring true
The sky will be blue
And here I will stand
Waiting for you to join me
Resting in the sand

Thoughts of my woes never  really were contemplated
upon reflection, this thing we are all do is fated
to fall on our laps. I was opened armed, I was blind
even though I could see, finding myself easily confined.

It was like I was strapped to a tree and then pulped
reformed to a thousand paper cuts. I was sculpt
in to the form i see now, I was a servant
while those that were calculatingly observant.

Less is more on the thoughts of a subliminal message,
could one even see that which was feed,  a presage
of there controlling. we are woven into this false
motion, confused by the continuous waltz.

I wore no chains no mark upon my supple flesh,
but this was a different kind, woven in unseen mesh.
I was drowning in air, i was sinking in depression
I'm enslaved with no evidence, only my confession.

Gold glitter
Only stays on the ceiling
When the upholstery is gray.

Church gyms are suddenly
Piggy banks to play
Basketball upon.

I will draw a city on
The bulletin board
And owl pushpins will inhabit it.

My mind is no longer in a
Casing of gray rick-rack
And suppositions I do not feel.

It is a precarious thing to
Play a solar piano
Under the midday sky.

Have you ever heard
A pumpkin-flavored
Volkswagen van?

It happened suddenly
That everything I could possibly
See became a photography contest.

.
I think I may have just died
looking in to your almond eyes.
Cedar hues of beige and brown,
for me such beauty in which to drown.
Chestnut and umber, darker shades,
silently dissolve my barricades.
Soft bark pastels of hazel and fawn
delicately hold my heart reborn.


© Pagan Paul (09/02/17)

Chest tight as you depart
into the foggy grove:
A black speck dissolving
into forest green.
Sitting on a stump,
willing we cross paths,
again. Calm as dew.
Precipitation
cools a warmed heart.