Suffocating heat hurls
Driving wind in whirls,
And twirls me in a daze.
Below my skin screams
An unbearable longing
For the liberty of winds
To saturate days daunting.
Listen to the Seas echo,”My Love.”
Your heart in mine,
My hand in line
With that picturesque horizon,
We gawked in awe of the rising sun,
As the Baltic ball of fury rose.
The alignment of sky and sea
So perfect like a string of tightly struck chords,
With such unison, conviction and exquisite harmonies.
I whispered, “Your love, I’ll never afford.
My debts are as vast as the oceans,
With a spirit so valiant,
I’ll find for that longing love so inexplicably invaluable.”
We sat by the shore,
Alone in an island,
Just us and a bed so shallow, and a sky so tall,
Recounting war stories so vile and violent.
Of battles fought, though sometimes caught,
Resilience was the only story ever taught.
Sing to the sky, and if there’s no echo,
Sing even louder - Oh!
Till the seas resonate the radiant ring of a rut.
As clusters of clouds raced through the clammy cold,
That was how I charmed your soul
And captured your heart.
Jerk. You’re on a ride
Of your life. Thrown
Front. Unable to respond,
To the changing tide.
Light. Flickers incessantly
In your sensitive eyes.
A complete halt,
Enter and exeunt.
A helpless dream for the driver,
Songs. Hum a catchy beat
Through those deadly drivers
Distract those around
Looking for a casual read
Of papers and people bound
To listless locales,
While looking for a seat.
Stop. Fly you go out of your
Seat. That page it tore,
Fuming you stomp out of the bus
Getting stomped meanwhile.
Red, green, amber,
Squinting as the evening light
Bakes balistically your back.
You. Gaze over the shoulder
Of the man in front, and notice
Those listless eyes and petulant pout
Looking for an answer in