They met once
before
and now again.
here, as new people
on a sandbar
where seashells
ocean waves,
survivor
and troubador serenades
mix
to conjure that
which is envied
above
and below.
They each find self
in search for each other,
Two pair
of footprints
now
meandner,
overlap
loop,
entwine,
And parallel
over wet
and dry sands,
in and out of surf,
telling their tale
for all to see.
The End.
In between fleeting moments
of frustration,
in a void of heartache
letting go,
letting be
suddenly
becomes a viable option
for both lovers
star crossed
no longer
–about face–
and walk closer,
step
by step
to each other.
She made camp,
Hopeful.
Now, analyzing
Every inch of island,
Circling,
Starved, sleepless,
determined,
alone,
crazed,
erratic,
hopeful.
Hope, he will still
Love her that way.
On her way back to camp,
she attempts to reassemble
self.
“Doubt”
Message in a bottle
that she had found,
positive her love lived
–she tries not to doubt it,
or the island,
or herself.
His attempt
to set sail fails.
“Elsewhere”
Tide is coming in
She is not yet
where He is,
He knows the only way out
Is further in,
But always he knew that, always
he heads inland,
And wanes with moon,
tomorrow he will sail.
“Jetsam”
Limp, exhausted,
she washes in,
with the incoming tide.
Along with debris from her raft,
and self.
She wakes
from the scrape of beach sand
grated against her cheek.
He stares out
At the water,
it is crystal clear.
His makeshift ship,
To his back,
on it
he considers attempting
to set sail.
She now learns to walk
on land
and to comb sand.
She is not the one
who left shore
so long ago
–this creature who grits teeth,
And holds in
air,
and twists legs into tail,
and arms wrestling waters
And demons
Of mind, air and sea.
When I go back,
I am not sure
where
I
will be.
This has all been so complicated
Confusing,
Not sure exactly
Where I lost track
and took a wrong turn
into an ocean
I am planning my tomorrows,
I am just
not sure
What pieces
I pick up
at the door,
And walk out.
I guess I am trying
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Scent
The boar sniffs
out the resting specimen
Before her
She knows
but mouth
Remains still
Nothing of interest
Here
SHe wraps herself in layers
Knowing she is not a lie
But knowing
Demons ready to attack
Do not care
Doubt tenderizes
The heart
Of a snack
Lullaby
She sings a whispered
Lullaby
To her love
Then wraps arms
Around self
And says
“goodnight”
Clear
Crystal blue
Under water
See the sea
Inside each
Real
Entitity
Traps
Everything is not
A trap
A bag
shoes
a coat
are not an escape route
not held against will,
only in ones mind
are made
friendships
and acquaintances
bait
to confinement
Near
she cannot be near him
like
she cannot be near her.
Demons circle
by nightfall
feeding on the lore
and lies
and dance on
imagination
turning their victims,
who will
become the very lore and legend
grown and children
dread…
They sharpen their teeth
and wait
for cues
from demons
supreme
to cut and saw and invoke
illiciit fears
not said
but known
do not think,
and one will be safe
from demonds all hungry
giddy
to feast.
“Regret”
Is this your lonely too?
she asks her love,
gazing at the stars.
and like you, I regret,
but I do not regret you,
or anything about you.
and I never will, love.
Another day,
same confession.
Thinking has returned to torture
Stars helped
Somoe
But where they were headed
She knew naught
But still she followed
ONe must be mad
To sail the sea
Or else become so
Watch
And see.
SHe misses,
So tears now endless
Sick of wait,
Wait,
Waiting,
Whiel she sails,
Sailing,
how cuold the sea be so vast?
On island,
Alone
He waits.
The ocean calls,
Telling him of
Something different.
Sailing is an option,
He has been
Again
Considering.
Submission
Lethe rains came again,
Soaking.
Breaking up the monotany, and
Soaking.
“THis rain will end”
She yells
Definantly
Into the wind,
As she steers her raft.
And it did end,
2 weeks and 2 days later
But first creatijng tidal waves
To beat
Tired seamen
Into submission.
Despite will poser
At deepest depths,
Fathoms below
And moutned pressure about
Makes memory slow
Clouds vision
Creates whirlpools of verrtigo
Pullling dow,
Jetisoning sailor.
Overboard,
Without air,
For mmemts like hours,
No sound,
Then muffled,
Blaring,
Rushing waves
Deeper
Heart pounding,
Warped,
Pressure mounting
Arms spread,
Searching in sweeping motions
Through currents
Reaching for up;
Outlet,
Swept down
Currrent,
Deeper, down,
Darker,
Light above,
Pale, fading,
As she drowns.
Focus
Her eyes flash black,
In and out
Focus!
Breathe!
But breath is not an option
In this wet midnight.
And yet,
Her lungs expand,
In and out,
Her limbs outstretched again moving
Meeting water
Submerged
Synching with waves
Mouthless
Breathing in.
Testing
Waves crashed and tumbled
An insignificant
Foreign body
In the depths
Of the deep
Breach
Breaching surface
Infinite abyss
Of sea weighed in
With ever
Greater intensisityrom all angles
Completely alone.
SHe wonders how tail less
Yet transformed
She is able
And then reacalls her ‘why’,
And refuses to be fooled
By devious dieties
With false hope
And comfort
Of an easy end
And again
She swims
Hope
As she swims
Better, faster
Learning, knowing
The difference
Between fools gold
And sunken treatsures
Hoping
He could
Still recognizeand swim
To her
Who has fins
“Remember”
Hallucinations
all, He both hated and craved
As reminders, why
It had been weeks
Since she had left home
How many
She did not remember
Nor care.
He reminds himself that shimmer
On water
Does try to trick
With songs
That might be
Always
Lost at sea.
And mirages
Come back
Though dehydrated
And desperate
For conctact
Love does not
Cannot be
Replicated
And so
Sun rises again,
Unkowing that a worn
Seamen,
mutually
Voyage on.
Does she know?
DId she understand?
He wonders,
Absorbed,
In where, if an when,
She might be…
On the horizon line,
Sun sizzles
into sea.
Circle,
around
they gather
Maiden,
Mother,
Crone,
the sage united
Cycling
through time
and space
Creating
and sustaining,
Life,
Knowledge,
Love,
Peace.
“Shared dreams”
the things he had seen
on his epic
he knew
he might never
be able to share
or else be called mad.
She,
elsewhere
joins in the same though
she stares
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