Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
But first, we must dive//And next, we must emerge//And allow the ripples of our newfound fantasia//Swell with a relentless Love
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
We are told in the tales of the sea The merchant, the pirate, and the shipwreck, we Who dare to take the world by storm Through placid waters, or weather worn Through sails torn Through strife, forlorn Through wanton scorn We are told in tales of the sea Whether by raiment, by gull, or by... Continue Reading →
I cast myself into the sea So to give into my heart's Call Cold and gasping, I cease to be Yet in that moment, have it all If I live, ne'er forget to breathe Breathe in, this life's memorial I shan't taste another so sweet Not love's kiss, passion conflagral I hear the... Continue Reading →
As the stars align and the moonlight shines in the back of my mind making space for time and time is all I need for me to finally breathe there's not enough air, it seems there's not enough salt in the sea yet the salt will soon overthrow all the water and sand, like snow... Continue Reading →