sea glass.

on this sea glass morning
I lay on your sand
by your side.
the heat breathes subtly
carried by the wind
bouncing off my back.
your every wave
reaching the shore
brings me back the memories
of the lost and worshipped
that now fly through your waters.

my eyes dwell
in the lullabies you sing
and slowly start to dream
with you, of you.

what do the ghosts
that you carry read to you
at night?
it all just dissolves
in your vast existence
and settles down at the bottom
of your feet.
the bottom that
sooner or later
will find it’s way to
where I lay.

the more you reach out
to me, the more
I fall for you.

back to the shore.

As if each kiss
is one more promise.
a little wish
carried by the waves
to the shore.
perhaps already
we’re summoned by the hand
which calls
to the inevitably youthful eyes.

As if each kiss
lingers like lilies
in the swamp.
you hold your breath
you also hold mine
and in the slow return
from the fire
we struggle to breathe.

the bent head
the curved neck
and the bell strikes again.

we make our way back
to the shore
bound together, the sum
of life.

written in the sand.

the wilderness and mystique
of the mountains
was a self-reflection.
it was my thoughts
that carried me afar
when the rotten roughness
in my muscles
gave its final verdict
on my breathing.
the end wasn’t near
but cleverly hidden by
the might and the quiet
of her earthly colors.

i dragged my feet
up the granular mix
of granite and wise roots
and mosquitoes
and their aerial routes.

eventually i became a
static existence
with the wind trying
to gush the spirit forward.

i rested my eyes
for an infinite minute
and found myself
next to your eyes
your hands
entangled in mine
right outside the wilderness
of the ocean
our lips
sharing the wine
from the same evening
when your smile
said it all
it is still the reason
why i did fall

and the wake up call
did push me
to look out for the end
i lost the paved path
but i ended up
finding a little more of myself
in your thoughts
written in the sand.

Eternity

sip slowly on the
grainy bay, lean back
and look at the
infinite sky,
hear the horizon boast
of marking the end and
how the sun stretches
it to eternity.

then smile, knowing
that eternity is
at the bottom of your glass.