when you feel
bitterness       l i n g e ring
at the back
                of the throat,
let it burn  s l o w l y

            like a dancing flame

rising from
                 beneath  
                               you

where the sharpest edge
meets a     r   g   n   s   a
                    a    i   g    e  

with the strength

           of a feather
balancing           lightly
upon an ostrich's back:

d
    i
      v
         e
    into
    black waters

for light
          is here
                too,

           so       come back
           to your home
       and sing your song

from
the damp
        dark
exquisite
roots

of your being.

Oh, how it haunts me to realize I am not the
finest swimmer –
a lovesick fool adrift in the
ocean of your
blue eyes,
Boundless and profound like
the depths of the sea
itself.

                      I am sinking beneath the waves
of your love’s
                    cerulean embrace!

Memories scattered from the past,

Handfuls of moments I wish would last.

A mystical breeze puts me at ease –

An ocean of feelings

That words can’t seize.

I’m home.

And I just think of all the hurt we’ve done to each other.
However, small-
Like grains of sand, eventually accumulating
An hourglass.
Clumping together, sandcastles on stormy beaches.
And how, at some point,
All those small grains will outweigh the love
We have for each other.
How it will weigh us down,
Sink or abandon ship.

I think of how, despite knowing this;
Knowing us, in and out,
Around and inside,
I can’t do much but observe the impending wreckage.
Beached and bleached on sandy shores,
Our bloated love out to see.
Bury us in the mantle of the sand,
in the floor bed of the sea.

We fail because of our love,
not because of our lack of.

The misty rolling hills up high,
Bridging both the sea and sky,
Ocean below - the town above,
Transparent is this pure love.

Beg for cloud; torrent rain so free,
Wish for dark where light 'ought be,
Cobble paths stretch to desire,
Briny waves spark your heart afire.

Thrum.
Undulating across the cyan, sea scented lagoon,
  I watch Venezia condense like an artist
  sketching grey lines in the mist.
Murano: thump, a deeper varum,
  static air fills with diesel vapour,
  smelling of engine, tasting of oil.
Thrum away.
My eyes wash the roofs and domes with terracotta,
  till I step into the canvas

memories flickering, fading,
    endless ocean waiting, wading,
closest kin and our best lived days,
    lost now; in this minds murky maze

love-shared moments felt together,
    all drift away; with no tether,
currents carry away from shore,
    landless horizon forever more

pitiful buoy thrown overboard,
    to accept presents false reward,
siren-like; drag you down with me,
    engulfing all; this deep, blue sea

The sand lines on the shore are just like you and me
Unable to oppose the pull of the sea
Yet every time I draw lines in the sand
I make a wish they would remain until I'm back

I take not two steps and they're washed away
The sea asks me why I come here every day
I move closer to answer the sea
That's when I know sand lines are just like you and me