Under a bruised sky, Love has passed me by. Golden days Streak my mind’s eye, And I lock them away, A distant glimmer Lost in memory’s haze. No need for the tease Of hope on replay, The false shimmer, Illusion’s trapeze. I’ll revel in the dark With the burned out stars.
The coast soothes my mind, From the rhythmic crash of waves To the infinite hues of blues And greens and grays As the water undulates, Shimmers, foams, and sprays. The endless reality of days Can erase the dreamer Within my soul, But the mystery of the deep Summons her out to play And keeps her whole. It’s only natural to be magnetized By the pull of the ocean’s tides, To be seduced by the primal Scents of salt and sand, A tangle of seaweed In my hand.
At the edge of rock and sky, She breathed frozen air And was energized. Lights glowed in benediction; She raised her arms and prayed. Dancers flowed and twisted, Magnetized from pole to pole, Swirling, streaming, In the green auroral mist. She had to come to the end Of the earth to kill the pain, But instead Was born again.
Every delay, Each disappointment Brought you so low And crushed all your dreams. No dove on the wing Could sing you a rainbow While you cried in misery. For better or worse, You were my destiny; Even so, I did not try To follow you down To your network of pain. I saw the astonishing Pattern in the storm And how the harsh lashings Revealed beauty and warmth. If only you could have waited And played the long game.
~*~ Image from Lovethispic. Poetry form: free verse.
Swirling under a butter sun, Languidly I become One with the current, Ever circling. This luminous pool, Loops through my lazy reverie. Vaguely aware I am losing Some essential identity, A separateness That makes me, me, I vow to forsake this place. Yet the heady siren’s call To blend into the cool blue thrall, The glassy-eyed sameness, Whispers my name. I know a belonging Even while longing To stand alone and free, Without worrying whom to please. But which path to peace?