one.sixteen.oh-eight

it washes in and it washes out. it takes me and it buries me,,, beneathe the trees beneath the sea beneath the here and now and the then and there. there is no movement in your eyes, there are no sighs that take their time to trace the corners, the hills, the mountains and valleys and glaciers of my ears and and and diving into the pool of your arms through the ring i do my tricks,,, trained and fraught so well., im undone unclosed unprepared for what i say what slips and tumbles from my lips, crows on a tether. but the seasons change, but the shadows crawl, and im older and fatter and slower and less/more complicated i lie less to myself and i know (or at least hope) that when all is said and done, and my children bless their dreams before they slip with a certain ceremony into sleep that i used to enjoy,,, i hope they find a peace, i hope im not tracing the same lines, longing for the same shores, longing for the sea, longing for the limbs reaching for the surface of a black tide. you were my light, but im learning to see in the dark.

when the dawn comes on the blank ocean. will the clouds part,,, or will the rain blur the line between heaven and horizon.