I love it when the long grass takes on the shape and sound of water
When the wind frolics through the green blades
And turns it all into waves
A gentle breeze turning everything into the sea

Tristă ne e povestea,
Și așa va fi pe veci,
Frântă-n valuri ne e calea,
În căutări de glasuri reci.

De uitare dătătoare
E tăcerea dintre noi,
O iubire trecătoare
Stinsă-n ceasuri fără ploi.

Se înalță norii-n vânt,
Peste tulburea mare
Poartă al nostru trist cânt
În cerul fără de hotare.

i fall in love,
like it’s a dare.
no helmet, no warning,
like being in the middle of nowhere,
when it starts pouring.

my hollow heart, unprotected,
waits to be washed away
with echoes of the silence,
that grow too heavy,
until they strain.

the flood begins within,
soaking through skin, through veins,
tainted by you, to my core,
with a weight
i was never built to bear.

the water rises, inch by inch,
but i don’t gasp.
i’m prepared.

i drown quietly, without struggle,
as if this ache has earned its place.
the tide carves out my ruins,
leaving nothing, but empty space.

and maybe that’s the mercy —
not the saving, but the cease.
when the water stills inside me,
there’s a moment of release.

He beckons me forth,
my sanded toes dusted like candied fruit,
ready to be washed clean
by the delicate froth of white salted foam.
The hush of his tide brushes my bones,
black glass whispers,
rhythmic charm,
his fingers, luminous,
glint blue as he parades the coast,
curling around my ankles.
The moon sways,
singing silvered lullabies
rocking the earth
so that he sloshes, just so,
like the tilt of a glass
to your lips.
How could you not want to take
just one long, slow, sip?
I long to taste the briny wonder of that deep,
to float upon belonging.
The wind crests over the rolling water,
wrapping me in his cashmere grip,
damp earth, the raw green of kelp,
and butterscotch,
as if the sun had spun sugar
from his sweetness on the shore of day
and left it here in the breeze of night
to cool.
I wade into that ink,
assured by the calm and the air's friendly warmth
until I am marine to my middle.
My lips part in tendered sigh,
for at last, I feel I have found home,
but then, the sweeping of my heart
becomes the sweeping of my feet from under me.
I am dragged along the floor,
waves undulating viciously,
taking the whole of me with merciless desire.
His currents replace my breath,
my thoughts circling,
as if swirling into the drain,
I wanted to be a siren,
and didn't realize the sea was he.

Fires turned to cold, hard stone,
Joy replaced by nights alone.
I offered you the shore, the sky
You watched in silence, passed me by.
Now I let go of sweet old dreams,
The late-night thoughts, the quiet beams.

No one lives on the black sand shore,
Not a soul makes home there anymore.
For there is no peace,
In the land of coal dust.
Evil seeps even into the ocean,
Where 'Purity' once harbored.
What still stands,
Is the gastral rocks gutting through the banks,
Constructing spires to hide,
A skeleton ship parked in ruins of the beachside.
The old SS Purity,
Sent to save those on lonely shores,
From the devil and his kin.
Though now it's the Devil's flag, that hangs half mast,
On the poles of purity.
Don't come too close my boy,
They say it draws you in with soulless cries,

Once you're in the belly of the beast,
There's no hope of escape,
Don't repeat my old sailor's fate

Orange hearts and skies of blue
The stars of hope and continuity blazes through.
Soft low tones, the violin ends the line
I start to feel my heartbeat
The stars ask what are we pursuing
Amidst the breeze of the cold morning winds-
The tune reaches the peak that screams ‘of course we know it!’
Burning passion that will guide us through, it is the fuel of our desire
When we run, we’d only look ahead of us, the sky in front of us
Till we reach our ending there's no stopping for us
Even if we’d grasp nothing, it is the
Pride within the pursuit that
Is indeed the greatest.
19 was a number that
Froze the world. Cooled
The fiery hearts across the seas.
Yet since we clearly know our path,
Who cares if the world has gone cold when
It can be melted away with the hearth in our hearts?
We are like Surges of waves, not one, but countless of them
The violin intertwined with soft piano keys, and our mind is
Set on this journey that never ends, for we have so much to pursue

To laugh, to love, and to live like the surges of passion.