ALIVE

I love to look out to where the sea and sky collide at the horizon. It saves the guy drowning in the waves behind my eyelids. The salt burns. He tried to climb an overturned vessel, I guess that's why it's called the Red Sea. Let's see, reach into my pocket for a tool to pull them from their sockets?  My optic nerves for too long sent burned blurred images to a brain that's been nervous for it's heart. Even with my eyes open I only see the beauty that God chooses to show me. Otherwise, it's odd how even with open eyes usually I can still see the dark only. Back to the blistering cold where the wind's whispers scold. At the same time if it quits blowing everything gets put on hold. The almost frozen solid heart pumps in slow motion. It's like the last piece of machinery turning off because it's broken in a factory ready for removal. So if they pulled me apart and took my brain and my heart, my veins and my eyes, I'D NEVER FEEL MORE ALIVE!