I walked along the shore with a lover
Sand filtered through toes and heel
Black sand, carcasses of dried lava
Waves searching for flesh to heal
Hand in hand we shared an instant
Slowly but surely you appeared distant
A force slithered beneath the surface
A whistle echoed an air of menace
The sea took me in, with no approval
You pulled away, battling my removal
Waves danced around my still frame
A calmness soothed my crying name
It is sad to think (x 8)
love is a reaction to attraction
life is a prequel with no sequel
that deceptive describes a collective
that the material has no equal
the spiritual is hope’s residual
that eternity is an uncertainty
that eloquence masks substance
that a smile lasts but a while
To think is to be sad, to feel is to be glad.
I may or may not be fine
I may or may not owe you
For my thoughts are mine
For my thoughts are blue
I may or may not care much
I may or may not stay away
You may not understand as such
You may not want to stay
And that’s ok.
I’ve written curses and verses to explain
That your departure and rapture is pain
That your fingers linger around my brain
A soft touch much like those of disdain
A timid smile while you appear to mutter
That “the glory of the story don’t matter
As the mystery of our history is ours
Time flies and dies if you count hours”
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