From the first word
sinking into deeper water
Forgetting the world
submerged in saltwater
Feeling the wilting
swimming for the shore
Finish the last word
sorrow with empty shells
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From the first word
sinking into deeper water
Forgetting the world
submerged in saltwater
Feeling the wilting
swimming for the shore
Finish the last word
sorrow with empty shells
by the sea
lost in dreams and the waves
a rousing fire from within forms
dry, cracked lips
you linger beyond the horizon
coffee and cake
sipping tea with laughter
caressing your career
playing with other fires
at the shore
an affinity for saltwater
and
this sorrow
Unconstrained freedom
the promise of my Springtime
yet Winter lingers
The pen moves to my music
I hear the sea calling me
No words of the sea
he never speaks of the sea
No love for the sea
I wither within his love
I hold the sea within me
Waves crash against the shore
as the sea rises to meet you.
Salty sea spray hits the shore,
stinging your eyes and soaking you.
Droplets of salty sea spray drip down,
down towards the seashore.
Salty storm clouds appear wild
as you whisper words to the sea.
Dancing fingers move above the places
where
energy meets the many sounds of the sea.
Touching the places that make the sea
come alive through vibrations and sounds.
Dancing fingers make the sea rush
into the piano as the shore shifts.
Slowly, the sounds of the winter sea shift
the room and the forest begins to sound.
Dancing fingers move the sea to the shore,
to show us the forest, the snow, the silence.
Standing sideways to what was once the sea
imaginary wavelets lap at my dirt-covered feet
Sedimentary rocks hide traces of crustaceans
the breeze moves the trees, & stirs the unseen
Saltwater jewels adorn my ears, wrists, & neck
imaginary saltwater washes over me, the land
Clouds are gathering
the captain waits for no one
giant angry waves
the crew prepare for the worst
waltz of the sea and the ship
A Nymph on the shore; the waves move in, calling to you softly.
The words are odd, and the expression is plain.
Something from beyond whispers, please listen to the sea, so you listen to the sea for a time.
You hear sounds under the waves.
With the Nymph’s heart so close to the palace of shells, you realise this is your watery home.

Flickering sea colours
Soft phosphorescent flickering, sea colours rise into the night.
Illuminous coral colours
Heavy, subdued, luminous waves of sea colours wash across the city.
Melting sea colours
Light meets dark between the city and the night.