Empty words
Simply have no weight
They do not say how we feel
Make things clear before it is too late
Moments will come and go
Life will simply pass you by
Take the time to show that you care
That is no jive

i
am
so
washed
out,
but
i'm
still
not
*clean.

Gazing into the sea that is your eyes,
My heart it beats to the rhythm of safety.
A sparking blue gem of the earth,
Catching my dreams and my breath.

Mirroring the light that is your smile,
Heart beating in time to our laughter.
The mischief eminent in your grin,
Its sound and your strong arms pulling me in.

Gently caressing the soft bed that is your skin,
The flutter of my heart the only sound.
Smooth and firm ivory holds me tight,
Nothing in the world could feel this right.

Joining with the soft petals that are your lips,
Heart racing faster than my short breaths.
Lips fusing, uniting, merging into one,
My heart is on fire and all senses but touch are gone.

Two years of bliss and then plummet.
Reality hazy and hope scattered
With the pieces of my heart.

The black void in the centre of your eyes,
The smirk lurking in your smile,
On your skin lies prickles and thorns,
And from your lips harsh words are born.

These things they went unnoticed,
But now they’re all I see.
The you I knew, is memories,
But the true you lives in reality.

Take time out today
to kneel in church and pray for what you've got
or if not in some formal setting
get in the frame of mind
and let in
the light.

I might go down to the riverside where time sits easily atop the tide and inside,I feel the endless flow of knowing where and how to go.
This is my chapel in the mud and silt,the church I never built but was graciously endowed by my Mother sea
and here I can be at one,commune with whatever is,that which gives me a reason to live.

So I give my thanks down by the riverbanks,it has always been this way,
I can't kneel and pray
surrounded by great walls of stone where echoes remind me that whoever else is there, I am alone.
Here,
in the early movement of the ceaseless sea is where I'll be
waiting for some divinity,
who will appear if it behoves him or her to come and share a prayer too
It's Sunday
and what else is there to do?