Sea Glass & Sandstone

Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.

An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.

Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.

Anchored to the Shore

Anchored to the shore,
sitting still and afraid to swim for the horizon.

Out there in the blue,
there is a place for everyone out in the blue.

Remaining anchored to the shore,
never seeing and feeling the differences.

Here there is no growth,
so courageously, you pull up the anchor.

Free, you start to swim,
the feeling of freedom and exploration.

Standing on the Shore

A wave breaks the sadness
you feel looking at the sea.

Young hearts shouldn’t hurt like
yours hurts under a perfect sky.

Another wave crashes into
many pieces of aquamarine;
water gems breaking and
moving back into the sea.

You take a false step forward,
not grasping the consequences.

A wave misses the target,
failing to deliver the blow.

Your heart moves you to stay,
so you remain standing
on the shore, heart-pounding;
shivering at the thought of
what could have been:
you, the aquamarines,
the sea none the wiser.

The Sea, You & Me

A full moon illuminates the bioluminescent sea;
calm, yet before the waves were wild and free.

We jump into a dingy and take a tour of the sea,
to see how the light shines just for you and me.

A jellyfish dances below us in the luminous sea,
then you make a funny face, and you laugh at me.

We set a path for the shore as we admire the sea,
you and I silent thinking of the ring you gave me.