Nothing could be worse
than waking up with your eyes sewn shut
from an ex-lover
with bad grammar
and a horrible taste in music.
From an ex-lover
that you still think about
but you don't know why.

Nothing can be worse
than a chunk of sour apple
logged in your throat,
in a room full of armless people
with no names,
(which wouldn't matter if they did
because they wouldn't be able to help
anyway).

Nothing will be worse
than trying to examine yourself
under a microscope,
with everyone you ever knew
watching and laughing.
Staring at you like an animal.

Nothing was worse
than saying goodbye
ten days before you left,
ignoring your calls,
your knocks,
your notes.

Nothing is worse than falling out of love.

In the back of my mind there remains a dock,
A dock that rests on the shimmering surface of a lake.
In the back of my mind, beneath the grime and dust of a memory of stolen nights,
I can feel the wood beneath me and the glistening of the stars that shine for only us.
When I am there, and I am with you again, we have the freedom of the night.
We rest upon a canvas of other’s dreams. We can dance upon the promise of tonight,
And disappear into the rushing of the water against the shore.
The gently flowing water and the midnight sky blanket us in their shadows,
Wrapping us in an onyx of whispers and delight.
Being here, and being with you, we are free in the promise of tonight.

Look yonder at the graceful misty suggestions
Delivering  a gentle welcoming gain
Evanescent, yet so remarkably memorable
Infused with the kiss of rain

A fine gossamer glaze of crystalline blue
Creates a jubilant rhapsody
Vigorously dancing within the rushing embrace
Of the passion, known as the sea

Flawless perfection, delicately fragile as porcelain
Unfaltering, lines of exquisite detail
Quietly content the eye  of the beholder
On a stately sensational scale

There is splendid comfort in the quiet of the offing
As the cherished waves rush ashore
Appealing to all of our tender hearts and minds
Compelling the joyful need for more