Spring is near coming
bare branches explode in green
the sea fog rolls in
Sea
the salt you taste
the salt you taste in my blood
comes from the sea
you will never forget it
as I will never forget
the depth of the water
skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
sky cloud sand sea
sky cloud sand sea
I am dreaming you are next to me
sky cloud rock sea
I am dreaming; you are next to me
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I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.
the sea is louder
the sea is louder
than my thoughts
the day may be perfect
I saw you and was conquered
I saw you
and was conquered
sand defences between the tidelines
inevitably washed away
the guilty moon reflected
on the convex waves
the concaves between each hinting trouble
foam on the beach my and their undoing
castles on the cliff edge
slipped to nothing
I saw you
and was conquered
Today I am happy
Today I am happy for a number of reasons.
One: Lightning bolts do not always chase you.
Two: There are more than seven seas.
Three: You, my friend, exist.
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
sea-blue flowers sway
beyond the sandy slopes
the tide is on the turn again
and as it turns brings hope
always there
always there
in the expectant peace
between tide-driven waves
