Wounded lover
Wandering on the beach
There is no life here
Crustaceans
That is no life to me
But the sand is soft on my sole
Blank gaze of the pitiless moon on my back
Speaking of things that once were
And never will be again
Soft glow of the rising sun on my breast
Oil slick reflections in the sand
Dinosaurs scavenging for sustenance
Why am I here?
Only the meaning we give it
Only the meaning we give it
Only the meaning we give it
Devoid of form
Repetition like insanity
Vortices swarm my ankles
Icy cold grip of a long lost mother
Reaching to consume her
Blind and Reckless
Child
There is no life I know there
Incessant drone of the pitiless waves
Soft glow of the fading moon on my breast
Her power slipping
Devoid of life
A lone rock
Warmth of the rising sun on my back
The sand is soft on my sole
Porcelain mug dangling empty in my hand
Water droplets stain my spectacles
Looking down from the staircase
Bright rays of the sun dance across the waves
To my Eyes
Water folds softly around eager rocks
Colors fade from the sky
A clear blue overhead
Clear as my soul once was
Walking on glass sprinkled streets
With numb feet
The Sand was Soft on my Sole
Written by a rambling voice walking aimlessly on the beach in the early morning after a passionate night and few hours of sleep
Translated to a poem