walked along the beach
barefoot, blinded
by a sun that
refused to rise
and a past
that refused to set

the ethereal glow
of the twilight
burned violet
reflections off
of the ocean
and the sand

raised a hand
to cover the
glare of the
sun exploding
sprawling out
against the horizon

sun rays over the water
laid out toward
me like avenues
of heat and radiation
stretched out
in endless highway

or perhaps fingers
caressing
tendrils of light
that lover
you knew but
never touched

the violet sunrise
stretches over the ocean
lapping your feet
tearing at them
the beggar grasping
at the ankle, pulling

soon knee deep
the violet seeping
through
the shore recedes
as station to train
and the journey continues

waist deep
violets bleed to orange
and ****** red
the sun is up
yet the past still haunts
with failing eyesight
hindsight is still twenty twenty

and the water is cool
there is a
breeze from the sea
chest deep
the avenues open up
divide and collide

all roads
lead toward one destination
the tendrils on that golden hand
beckon me closer
who was that lover?
she once had a name

neck deep
and the sun is up so high
up so high
where are the clouds?
there was supposed
to be rain today

water is up to
the eyes and rising
failing eyesight
and hindsight remains
twenty twenty
unfortunately

but for the first time
it appears that
I can see
where I am going
as well as what
is behind

As I submerge
I feel the past close up
behind me
it bottles up as hot air
as the demon forever
clawing at my neck

exhale and exorcise

the sun sets violet
hewed with crimson
growing colder
the water gets deeper
reflections
through the waves

spears of violet
jab at seaweed
with failing eyesight
there is no past to see
there is no future
there is only the sea