I miss the old me, this new ***** cry too much ..!

Her heart was
my port, as I
sailed lost in
those
vagrant waters.
Her eyes were my
lighthouse
through the
fog and the storms
of life.

Oh, how I loved
her
once upon a time,
when I was lost
at sea;
she was my shore,
my harbor of joy.

The nights are darker
without her,
and the Stars
hide their sadness
behind the clouds.

I am
older now...
colder
now
without her touch.

Beautiful picture of nature
Window framed
How you touch me.
Every time I look
it’s another painting
there to see
everything changing
Over and over again
You make me humble
and happy inside.

Shell✨🐚

little purple flower
In a desert of scree
waits for a butterfly

     (me, too)

Moonshine full upon our seas

Evening breeze sweet beckoning

Reach below, within me deeply

Move me in movements deep tidal pools,

Acquiescing the air a kiss or two.

Inside where we’re wet with need,

Drown me in your love.

..they'll give you a description
just so you'll fit into the fiction
when they can't make head nor tail of you,

because that's what those are paid to do.

They'll put you in a pigeon hole
take your body
steal your soul
walking lifeless through the waking dream
and because you've seen it all before
you recognise the eyes that stare
the people standing in the square
the sounds from somewhere over there

and everything becomes a blur
until they turn the page.