Tonight i walked among waves and stars.
Tonight i noticed sounds that i take for granted.
Did you know waves speak?
Did you know stars express?

There is a green light that flashes in a Gatsby manner.
Under a red bridge that has seen a war.
Theres a small stone where you can rest upon,
And hear all the tales of the ocean.

The wave that brushes the sea floor is the same wave that brought Napoleon to our shores.
Do you ever think of how old a wave is?
Where it came from? How far it travelled?

What about its sound?
If the sea reflects the skies above.
Does that mean the sounds of waves are mimicked by something else?
One can only winder and think.

But tonight. Ill sit alone.
Creating new poems about the silence of the stars.
Finding myself. Feeding the wind.
Listening to the ocean.