Walking in the wee hours,
time on my hands
Lost in the solitude whispers
of my thoughts at bay,
Listening to the winds
pushing up the waves
Currents bringing them in,
taking them away.
Caught within those moonlit ripples
of bluish, silvery white
I strayed near the water's edge, mesmerized
Hands held out,
in hopes of touching them somehow.
I recalled how he asked me
out of the blue once,
What love and forgiveness meant
or if given the chance.
My heavy heart pounded,
throbbed defeaningly
And, like the tides,
I was being pulled effortlessly
Yet, I hesitated to reply.
Though his fragile eyes
were cloaked in truth
My baffling fears plagued our silence
Until he, himself broke that moment.
'She holds my everything,
like gravity holds us in place.
I'm bound, the way it's supposed to be,
now or then.
Although I would not ask much
from or of her,
I hope she'd still have me
this time again.'
And so, both hearts drowned that night.
Perhaps of enlightenment;
one in pain, the other bliss,
We became one with the waves
Subsiding, beneath our feet.
The way it feels right now
Crashing, breaking my reverie,
Watching everything
slip through my fingers
Grounding me back to reality.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
