sea – Page 8

Sea Inspiration

Sitting on the sand,
soaking up the sea;
Salty inspiration.

Shore gazing,
the cold sea,
a look, a smile, a nod.

Gone within a gaze,
I mistook charm,
wit, and intelligence
for perspicacity.

Swimming in the sea,
I didn’t enter,
you teased me with
the depths.

Pulled under, gone.
Missing, then
washed up on a beach,
you didn’t need
to impress me.

Sorrow is a single bed,
alone with my
thoughts about you and
erased dreams.

Insufferable
Longing for the stormy sea
Green hills surround me

Saltwater soaked skin
Sand and shells in between my toes
Sea-swept hair lightened by the sun
Saltwater soaked soul

A faint whisper
from a long summer.

A dark blanket
from a cold winter.

By the sea,

By the hills,

By both, we
feel cool
against
the skin.

When we were young,
when you and I, you and me, we used to listen to the sea.

Now we live so far away,
in different places; foreign places so far away from where we used to listen to the sea.

Without knowing why,
at a random time of the day,
you and I, you and me, we will listen from afar to the sea.

Caught off guard.

She moves like the waves of the ocean,
diaphanous fabric flowing like water.

A look my way.

She beckons me to swim in her ocean
and ride the waves of her wild sea.

Consumed by sea fabric.

You cast a spell on the crowd
with the rhythm of your metre.

Your words danced around the hall,
whooshed into their ears like waves,
galloped along wildly in their minds.

You spoke the last few words,
no more than a sea whisper.

A house by the sea,
full of one ghost.
She lives with me,
my gaunt, tired ghost.

I see her during the day,
I see her during the night,
she lives with me,
for I am this very ghost.

Be my companion
Look to me as your lighthouse
through good times and bad
Be mine until our ship sails
from the shell-covered sea shore