In the dark night sky

the river sings over stones --


its bittersweet song.

I am the ocean, some call me the sea
I have many names in different languages
I  was one of the first things to be created
Life upon earth began inside of me

I have been around for so long, I have lost track
Of how many millions of years or even billions of years
Many creatures were born and lived inside of me
So many are lost forever, never to be seen

Man has been fascinated by my might and power
He has travelled upon my back to far-off lands
And if I am in an angry mood, I drag all
Who rides on my back into my belly, deep down

I was there before the land was created, long before
I can swallow all of the land, ask the ones inside of me
I am not an angry, menacing monster, please note
I am the sea, a massive collection of all the waters

When the river empties itself into me, it trembles
Water is like me, but my mighr terrifies it
Yet the river knows there is no turning back
It empties itself into me and becomes a part of me

It was winter when I descended into the river,
Descended to beseech her to teach me about her flow—
On a dark night where beasts and fiends shake and quiver,
Where the only light was her silky, glistening glow.

Upon her arms I knelt humbly as I
Shivered.
Before her majesty, I was struck with frightening awe.
I cried and cried, and with hazy eyes I prayed to be delivered,
And then I heard her speak—
What frightening things she spoke.

si alguna vez, te pierdo,
o si te me pierdes,
espero acordarme
de tus cuerdas hipnotizantes.

de tus notas hipnóticas,
tus resonancias disonantes,
y tus harmonías etéreas
que calman mi miseria
al igual también, mi amor.

espero acordarme de
absolutamente todo.
el momento malo
al igual que el bueno.

esperando nuestro amor humano
que esté, a través de su divinidad,
lleno y repleto del río rojo
que sale de este lugar mágico,
como el jardín de Adan y Eva.

aquí contigo en este río.

me encontrarás entre sus piedras,
dónde te esperare con mis pies en el agua
y entre tus tiernas piernas sembrare
mi orgullo final.

un final grande y grave,
como tu nota musical
en su fin orquestal.

el estar contigo,
es un bienestar al olvido
de sufrimientos vividos,
tu voz, al estar en mi oído,
lava el odio del niño
tenido del nido,
y en sus alas hay hilos
reviviendo los dones dormidos.

reviviendo mis sentimientos
hacia una vida buena,
y el poder de volar.

el poder de vivir,
y el privilegio de poder
compartirme contigo
sin tener que fingir.

- melancholicreator

she calls me by my name,
and i answer without words—
only an offering:
a silent prayer,
bare skin,
a breath held,
a promise kept sacred,
to worship her.

she calls,
and i answer with stillness.
like dusk slipping
into the night—
utterly, completely—
pulling me apart
under the tears
of moonlight.

she calls
even as i soak
in her waves,
as they kiss my collarbone,
make heaven blush
when i fall to my knees,
laced around her soul.

her intention to claim me
was there from the start.
written in her whispers
******* my thoughts.
she never asked
what broke me.
only reached with rippled hands
to take my weight,
press it into the riverbed
like something malevolent,
already forgiven.

I need to take a rest down by the river,
        where the water runs deep
I want to lay on the bank,
let the waves put me to sleep
Down by the river,
let me ease my mind
In the sounds of the water,
my dreams I can find
Laying on the shoreline,
       peaceful in the sun
Waves washing over me,
       rinsing away sorrows
The sky in reflection,
       flashing like tomorrows
Down by the river,
       currents take me under
There in the water,
my soul can wonder

From scattered
grains of sand,
dunes arise.

And from a single seed,
forests grow.

Neurons fire,
blind to the
symphonies they sing.

Droplets form rivers
with no single drop
Aware.

And your touch
ripples silence
into storm

I don't
feel anything
at all,
but I feel
it all
at once.
The brokenness,
the misery,
the weariness,
and the shame
are like
being
drenched in silt,
caked in filth,
covered with
life's crud.
I reek
of the living river—
its currents
have carried me
into a sea
of everything.
Now,
I find myself
adrift
in an ocean
of everything
and nothing.

The river knows what we were,
cradling our summers.

I remember you, girl by the river—
fifteen,
sun-warmed,
eternal.
My ghost in summer.

You laughed, and the river paused…
Barefoot,
dancing,
your brown skin
honeyed in the sun.

All the words I could have said
the river
swallowed
whole.

Sometimes—
when I close my eyes—
I hear the songs we used to know...

You, oceaning the shallows;
Me, a shell
on a distant shore.