Ocean breezes overland
Dreams of comfort touching hand
Dreams to dream when hope is dead
Hope's a cloud inside my head

Sun's to tickle like a golden cage of glass
Just to lock you in the lovers claws
Covering the eyes of sight
Blinded by the brightest light

A riddle made of ocean green
Is that the cloudless sky that seemed so keen
Turns into grey light color
Made of acrylic powers, thick of brush
From a painter painted rush

And a storm approaches silently
Still at distance
Quietly

And as the seagulls stop to sing
Like Loreley when she got her king
Whispers in the distant halls
Were slamming, slamming against the walls
Were distant, secret calls of fear
Opening my ears to hear

And as the seagulls went so swim
When the sky turned on its dim
The eyes, the mind, the heart
Adjusting to the darkness
Still in ways of kindness
Dreaming now of comforts touch
Since beloved heart don't love so much

Ocean waves now crash against the shore
Like the numbness feeling punched to core
And while the light does fade away
The stars and moon at night they stay

but when I touch you
it's just a spark to rubber
voltage extinguished

I look at you
And I see the future
Of humanity
The pain
The suffering
And the peace

You look at me
And see nothing
For your eyes are blind to the truth
Scars from your past cloud your vision

We look at each other
There is a ominous static in the air
A heavy burden weighs on both of us
The undying love and our insecurities

I want
You want
We want
To be healed

Feet push flat sand down.
New footprints mark the grainy ground.

Looking up to where they head,
a cliff stands, mouth open to be fed

by crashing waves. They spray me gently
with mist, carried by the ocean breeze.

Feet stop. Gaze turns to see
endless sparkles smiling at me,
reaching to a moon floating free.

Such beauty kisses my eyes until my heart stops.
What do I do with such love? My entire body flops.

Lying on soft sand embracing me.
I hear the crickets sing and waters racing happily.

I give up on pathetic time wasting.
It's time I discover this real world I am tasting.

I know there is a person behind it all.
He has captured my heart.
I am lovesick for
Jesus.
He's the one behind it all.

This feeling leaves me lost of my senses, like the sound of rain in a dream.
Loving her makes me feel like I'm lost in a world where everyone wants to be found. An infinitely expanding universe, that I will never fully explore but will never grow weary of.

And missing her is like death in a bottle, that I sip in miniscule doses prescripted by the second.