Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire

Lapping

These phantasmal wonders of the sea.

Worlds unto themselves.

Expanses of waving grass.

Groves of pretty pink blossoms.

Soft sandy shores even when drowning.

There to lay against the inverted beach.

Head resting in tepid waters.

Tickling ears with playful laps like that of a dog.

Even as seasons have gone.

And you're all alone.

Nowhere quite left to go.

Yet there's something hidden in your past.

So yes, look back at the endless road.

Yes, we're in the blues.

But still, could shine your rust to gold.

Oh, so damn pure.

But somehow you always manage to come through.

There isn't peace in the fields of your mind.

The happening of colliding decisions.

So for this one night, rest.

Let the gentle waves of night wash up the shore.

Sliding up by bare flesh.

Tickling little laps.

Each a touch of encouragement.

With compassion.

Washing the blood from bleeding wounds.

You closed off your mind.

Open your eyes instead.