The evening is quiet, clear and fresh.
I’m walking along the shore.
I’m wearing only few clothes now,
Only your shirt and nothing more.

I’m stepping onto the damp, warm sand.
How pleasant its touch is!
I’m not in a hurry. I want to inhale
The waning of this aloof day’s breeze.

We wandered here with you beforetime,
Holding hands, breathing in time.
Love and peace were around us.
But then all went wrong, not in rhyme.

Now I’m walking along the shore.
I’m walking alone, delighting in sunset.
I’m gulping my tears and walking straight.
That must be the way it has to be instead.

Snow falls, weaving lace from a forlorn sky
that caresses the tender edges of sand dunes.
Indigo waves buoy lamented lullabies,
filling empty drifting bottles
with salted cold foam.
Gulls screech,
shrill with curses
at the winking lighthouse
taunting the winged rats
with its cold, unreachable glow.
Silver threads of moon beams
luminesce the stardust under my feet;
my toes sink in as I pirouette
among other forgotten things:
bits of shell, braids of seaweed,
and stones of glass made smooth
by the ever-changing tides.
A clock washed ashore,
devoid of hands,
chimes notes for the unknown hour.
My footprints leave a path behind me
softly whispering my name
to the wind that welcomes me home.

Place me in the depths of an unknown ocean.
Underwhelming dreams search their way to shore.
I breathe the air of waves.
a gentle snuggle at the very end.

When I’m pulled out, the sky is bright and blue.
Yet still, I feel the ocean within me.
I thought, perhaps this could be my home.
But the messenger of air said otherwise.

When the destination came,
the mountain of sand only gestured: go back.
The sailor wave stepped away,
promising to return and meet me further on.

The new world is as soulful as I imagined.
But my happiness can’t seem to break through.
With me, there are so many others
drawn to this timid world.

But why am I out of breath?
Perhaps I’m just overwhelmed.
The square ropes still bind me.
My tail wiggles on its own,
it might be excitement.

My heart echoes with the sound of salt and silence,
a language I once understood.
This place speaks in colors I can’t name,
but my skin doesn’t belong to the wind.

But before I can meet the new world,
darkness folds into my sight, like a tide returning home.

A pretty crow
Sings like diamonds sweetly
Sparkle upon moonlit shore waves

Reynaldo Casison

I know you long for the sea
to dive in it free
like an old bird set up in cage
has her longed chance to flee.

But my beloved,
To some people still the tides come,
the shore rests and the ocean lies
in someone's eyes.

To me it's yours.

We feel the same way
I know why you choose to be alone
There are so many things in this world
That I too cannot comprehend
But, we already know so much
You and I
We're two brains
Thinking of the same puzzles
However, we were never supposed to meet

Perhaps, when you and I
Have surrendered the
sea
of
thoughts
The waves that continue to keep
                                   pushing
                                us
                        back
                 to
           the
shore
Back to where there's comfort
Or not

We feel the same way
If only we could not read so much into things
Not so much with the thoughts
The concepts
Theories
Ideas
If we try not so hard to understand
Every detail––
every/group/of/words/put/together
We would not end up
Finding ourselves unable to understand the WHOLE
The big reasons
As to WHY we question
Or we DO not question
And the most miserable of them all
Why are WE here?

We feel the same way
I know why you choose to be
Alone
The waves
         would
               continue
                     crashing
                           before
T h e     v a s t n e s s    o f     t h e     s e a
The gloom
In the moonless night
                                 be
                           sure
                       to
                come
            back
         to
The shore.