~ The tide goes to the shore,
With each breath you take,
Steady, peaceful sleep.
And I wish I could share it with you.
Alas, I am waltzing with my demons this night.
Your face is so peaceful,
Like the serenity of a summer song.
And well, I am
That ocean that toils and churns,
Never sleeping, ever moving.
And I wonder what dreams you are dreaming,
As I sit here in the candlelight
And watch you sleep. ~
I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.
I generally don’t explain my poems but this one tugs for explanation. I wrote this the last time I would be at my special spot on the sand, where I had been inspired to write for the past year, I looked at that shore where so many memories were made, where so many poems were born . The place I sent my dear friends mementos on a voyage over the waves under an October Dark Moon.
So as I sat there and all I could do was cry. I Neptune’s daughter could not write. I knew when left this shore I would loose a part of my soul. So now on to the unedited words I wrote that could not capture my goodbye to Virginia Beach
~ I am shivering in April
sitting here on the beach
Words in my frustrated tears
I sit beside the boy with the shadowed eyes
He does not know I am terrified
December comes to early.”
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
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
Based on events October 2012 VA Beach
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
Based on events of November 2012 VA Beach