Mirror pool of my soul,

a splash heard but not seen

reaching for white-capped brine

of floundering past

growing colder and shivering

in its fading rippled reflection.

Veins of moody swan wings

hearing waves of my soul

throbbing inside and outside

on sheen of mirrored water.

Two faces under water struggle

with swells of true essence,

sands of time burst from my heart

drowning in turquoise tears.

Tides weep in salted crash of currents

duplicating the shell of my soul

I watch my ship sink into the silt

blowing whispers into heartbeats.

*

with her hair, she is like the moon to his waves

she is the whispers in his head

the music in his heart

she fills his dreams

she makes him real

the love that sips through

her fingertips

reaches to his soul

as it comes and goes in waves

that clash against them

as they fall asleep

close together

warm against the cold wind

it helps, that she is the moon

against his waves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKlgCk3IGBg&feature=youtu.be

and S.

thank you for the inspiration

I don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ve been

Or who I am

I think I’ve gotten lost

Somewhere between the safety of home

And wherever I’ve ended up

I can’t seem to remember

What my original plan was

Where was I going?

Maybe I didn’t have a plan

Maybe I just wanted to run

All I can do now

Is hope the waves

Will carry me safely to shore

So I can start again

And maybe I’ll just run right back

Maybe I just want to live

Lost in the waves

With no purpose

With nothing to do

With no one I have to please

Maybe for once,

I just want to live for myself

In a place they will never find me

The waves will keep me safe

But somehow,

They always bring me back home

The waves are my rescue,

The water soothes me,

When I can't touch you.

You have left,

But the waves are still here.

I remember when,

We enjoyed to waves together,

How they rippled and flowed,

Under us.

Now there is no us,

There is only me,

Me and the sea.

Just the waves and me.

The ocean.

Vast.

Deep.

Wave after wave rolls,

one atop another,

never ending.

It quiets when it reaches shore,

slowly riding in,

and quietly pulls away.

She is power,

she is strength,

she surrounds us.

There are days,

I hear her calling my name.

If I go, will she let me me come back?

I think not.

One thing I do know,

I will ride the waves one more time.

This song struck my fancy for this piece ...

https://youtu.be/-u5gDCNwTiw

My life is like a wave

Starting small

Getting bigger

And then crashing

Into nothing

I reach the top

Only to be thrown back down

To the very bottom

Violently

And then it all begins again

I go back to the start

Rise

And then fall

Over and over

And I never learn

I never figure out

That I can’t stay on the top

I will always crash

I will always get hurt

I will always fall

Into the sand

I don’t understand

How I can pick myself up

And ignore my tear stained cheeks

I don’t understand

How every single time

I run back

To the same thing

That leaves my body aching

Again and again and again

Will this be my end?

Will I be controlled

By the ocean

By the forces greater than me

For my whole life?

What if I refused to get up?

What if I stayed in the sand

Trying desperately

To let it hide me?

Would I be forgotten?

Or would they drag me back

To fall

Once more?

anger it fills my veins

anger it sips through my arteries

anger when it reaches my heart

I can't deny it

I can't control it

it overflows me

even if I know the tidal wave

will soon disappear

it clouds my brain

it weights on my head

it overflows me

like the rain

that threats to be a flood

I am underneath it all

I am under the sea

the waves clash against me

as I hit the rock bottom

I am tired of being

scorned by the same things

over and over again

I am the tidal wave

I am the shipwreck

I am the last straw

and yet I breathe

and yet I conquer

I emerge from

the dark depths

of my prison

I survive

no matter how tall

are my waves

I don't fight them

I embraced them

the anger fades from my system

and I calm my monsters

from the depths

I inhale as I once again resurface

I live to see yet another day

It's alright... it's alright

I will be fine once more

just not today

I convince myself I’m over you.

Sometimes I feel as if I am.

Free to do as I wish, not busy thinking of what you’re doing.

But then I see you again, and our eyes meet.

All of the feelings I’ve been ignoring rush back over, me like a tsunami,

and I find myself drowning.

Drowning in the waves.

Drowning in your eyes.

Drowning in my feelings.

In too deep to be saved.

Missing you comes in waves.

First it is the little things.

Your jokes, your laughter, the twinkle in your eye,

the smile you give me before saying goodnight.

They are gentle laps of water at the shore,

leaving me wanting, yearning for more.

But then, the longing grows.

I remember whispered conversations behind closed doors,

and fleeting glances from across the dance floor.

The sea is no longer calm and at peace;

instead it whirls and churns, the waves threatening to consume me.

Now I gasp for air, as it all becomes too much.

I feel the ghost of your touch, and electricity dances across my skin,

causing what-ifs and what-could-have-beens to make my head spin.

They are tsunami waves now, rising high,

and I am drowning, in the remains of goodbye.

A trickle builds into a torrent...

Each drop of water does

It's part...

...Becomes a wave

That you have

Summoned

From the locked confines

Of your heart...

...It starts with the

Lightest

Form of tapping

At the doors

Of your threshold...

...Fantasies now

Overlapping,

And as you're ready

To explode

The line between

This world, and

Dreaming

Becomes too buried

In the sand...

...As up above you,

Birds are screaming...

...The wind is whipping

Through this land!...

A trickle builds into a torrent...

Each drop of water does

It's part...

...Becomes a wave

That you have

Summoned

From the locked confines

Of your heart.

...Water spills down

With

Hot bubbles!...

...The froth of thought...

Spray of the Sea!...

Your skin's so wet,

That I see double...

Not sure who's ruined

Flesh

Still bleeds.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire