the tides ebb and flow,
just as the love and the loss
I have gotten to know.
the gentle undercurrents drift me away,
leaving behind but a message in a  blood stained bottle
which will forever stay.

the arid breeze alifts me
oh so swiftly
allowing me to rise and flutter
along with the haunting echoes of explorers lost at sea
whom discretely mutter
their undiscovered truths
which will forever be.

a mist of adventure and wonder
combined with subtle hints of salt
trails behind me.
like a shattering cry for help
in an empty, foreign sea.
oh how I wish you could come.
please come, come with me.

you are my muse,
you are my scarlet stained sky at dawn.
the mockingbird that pecks melodious blues,
about why she is forever gone.
You are my breaths,
you are my forever waning moon.
my lunar love,
the tsunami who withstands
my unbearable monsoon.


the sea is but a pool of tears
cried by the lonely , and the morning dew.
you give the ocean competition,
a reason to stay blue.
take me away-
I want to go with you.


teach me how to breathe
within rhythm of the rhapsody
of the measureless sea.


some sway with the wind
I choose to fight the tides
show me where the winds go
when they clash side by side.
never ever forget
what it's like to feel alive