Interrupted by a Fishing Pole?

Reverie Interrupted

I am mesmerized by the sea spray,
Down an endless shoreline.
It it weren’t for the white crest
of waves crashing
You would never know that
you gazed at the ocean.
I study the waves
as they break on pale sand
Disturbing, beautiful
Chaotic, angry
or maybe…
That’s just me.
The longer I look
the more I understand
It is a frenzied dance that
slams them to the shore
Images run through my brain
And while I search for the words
to explain my minds pictures
I loose all inspiration
When I almost run into
A man and his fishing pole

B.J.H. 08-07-2013
Based on events October 2012 VA Beach

Stars Lullaby

The stars sing me a lullaby
Dark melodic tunes
That Chopin would adore
The Moon wears sliver white
As she embraces me with her light
I sit on my porch enjoying
this magickal evening
My life is calm
Recent hurts at rest
Fireflies dance to the stars song
Slow and dazzling
the add to the perfect calm
I send my wish to my wishing star
As I drift into sleep
Lulled by the lullaby
The Stars wrote for me

B.J.H.
August 7, 2013

Shadow & Rain

Muted colors before my eyes
Dull and lifeless
A shadow life
My moon has left me
My stars don’t shine
In endless rain
I spend my time
Shadow world is where I stay
With whispers
Of long lost days
My Sun has left me
The clouds are formed
In torrential rain
I am reborn

B.J.H.
7-03-2008/8-07-2013

November & Neptune

There were no seashells to be found
Six days I had looked
Neptune must have been on another shore
I prepare to leave my ocean
I prepare to say goodbye
To the boy with the shadowed eyes
He plans to bring me back soon
But I missed a chance
To dream seashore dreams
To look at the stars
Reflected in my indigo ocean
I failed to capture a picture
Of our shadows in the sand
A feeling of dread comes over me
As sand is traded for pavement
In my heart I knew
I would not be back again

B.J.H. 06-21-2013
Based on events of November 2012 VA Beach

Lady of The Dunes

Twas a chill spring night
The moon was low
I saw her walking along the dunes
Oh, how the waves pounded
The beach that night
the ocean angry at the world of light
She was alone, not frightened of being swept away
Thunder rumbled
Wind howled
She was a shimmer of white
In the tempest night
I wanted to hear her fabled moan
But the force of nature
Was to fierce for my mortal soul
But I’ve heard it said
By moon and star
In rain or fog
She walks along the dunes
They don’t say why
Only that she cries
Heard best on bitter cold nights
I plan to comeback to this forgotten shore
And hear a bit more of her story
I believe tis a love she lost
While walking in the storm.

B.J.H. 1-18-05/June 2013
Inspired by Assateague Island and The Legend of Molly Of The Dunes by Ed Ocknowitz