a thousand miles
down the shore, I walked
before the gulls weary wings
and mine, we rested
by walking the sea’s remember
you once walked here, too
before broken shells
and words, winter’s bite
echoes of tidal times
moon phases, things
you can count on
you
disappeared
one set of footprints in sand
even the waves know
erase it all
quickly, so we don’t
look back, so stark
these clouds who used
to gather down, they look
away now, just me
a one way trip
I’ll go quietly
horizon
line against time
sea catches sun
I count sunsets ~
sea beams float cloud songs
infinite days
sea collects sun
swirl of vibrant harmony
golden hues of time
carefree mornings
sandy days, low tide children,
shadows behind
On the balcony, overlooking the sea, inside of time,
they drank their tea. Blessed by orange and gold,
the sun set slowly, holding every moment,
hand in hand, a dream set on repeat.
Yesterday came and went, and the ticket remained
on the shelf. She folded up the sunset with the tea,
inside the hands, palm lines underneath time.
Today is forever remembering tomorrow.
I am here
and you are
where
I am lost
in an ocean
of your
silence
reaching for a
lifeboat
of your words
but
wind speaks waves
that crash
over me
listening
cloud cover
only
beyond my sea
your island
of words
I
float
in
silence
the sea calling
man answers, humbled
in the background
echoes my mind
caught in between time
floating in escape
Listen, hear, I am but a gull whose feathers
raise against offshore winds, but the sea,
the sea sent me with words for you.
I waited by the shore break, passed
many days, tides, and angry rain, for the sea
spoke, called forth the sun. As I rode
his rolling surf, he sung of his love for you,
the furious storms that frightened you away.
He knew you trembled in your sleep, dreamt
of being swept away under his dark waves.
He quieted, and waited for your sun to return.
“Gull,” he cried, “She will come back. Tell her
not to go. Look upon my gentle calm.”
And I was part of the sea, and believed.
You sat with the sea all that day, felt, heard,
listened his song of calm, until the clouds
pulled across the sun, though he fought them,
they were angry, and dark. The sea tried,
and tried to hold his calm but the dark
clouds and wind were joined, and the waves
swelled, and louder, crashed, higher and soon,
you were trembling again, and left. I was sorry.
And the sea still cries for you.
sea watches/
little dog leads/
life moves forward
just another day in Virginia Beach
Talking to the Clouds 