Sorrowful mornings,
And lonely nights,
With windows closed,
And turned off lights.

Scarred wrists,
And swollen eyes,
Speaks a story,
With no surprise.

A dismal heart,
Needing its cure,
A lonely sea,
Needing its shore.

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Infinitely above the skin, it comes and goes
Stays in the body, into the pores
As far as the horizon, it never ends
Blended with the air, it moves with it.
Moving away, all that enters
Pushing it to the shore, to make it safe
One feels the intense smell of distance
The hidden memory of another age

There, where everything is salt and water.
There, where everything falls and never rises.

One early morning,
standing on the seashore,
facing the horizon,
watching the sun rise,
aware of the waves making the wet
sand move under her feet as they
leave after kissing her feet ...
The saltish air adding to the
heaviness of atmosphere ..
Feeling the early morning breeze
cold against her pale face...
Staring at infinity ...
Folding her arms across her chest,
inhaling deeply, closing her eyes ...
ignoring the only rebellious tear
rolling down her cheek,
she made her decision ...
To be strong ...
To face reality ...
To smile ...
To shine ...
Leaving her soul to drown in deep
blue sea as she walked away to face
life.

A shadow cast over days past,
like a mast spread for a wind blast
hailing from the wintery north.
Don't think it done until the day's won.
The mistake was made,
the spider web spun over a grenade
that landed on our shores.
They attacked our backyard,
yet we don't act scarred,
we brush it off despite
their continued shelling,
like we can refuse what they're selling.
Telemarketers don't send tapes yelling
that we're all gonna go to hell.
Only enemies that know
we have already fell.

We picked the seashells on the shore,
You hear them whisper in your ears,
I always love to hear you share what they speak,
Their words with different voices,
I always thought you just pretend,
So I pretended to understand,
Now you are far
Beyond the horizon that we see
Whenever we watch the sun wake and sleep,
I picked a seashell on the shore
And hear it whisper in my ear,
I hear your voice saying I love you.

Staring
At the ocean
And the waves
That crash and foam,
I realize
In their motion
The sensation
Of home.

Watching the sea
Counting the waves
Am I still sane?

Building castles
Out of the sand
To be washed away

Singing our song
Whispers to the wind
Will you hear me, dear?

Sunrise, I have seen
Now at sunset, I gaze
Waiting for the rain

Wish you give a look
A moment on this shore
While footprints are still here