A sting reaches our eyes as we collect
salt and mist from the unchartered sea
knowing where we’ve been,
knowing where it will lead.
Glimpses of our future
pepper through the days of our past
on that boat sailing against the breeze,
wondering which of our days will last.
Mirroring smiles reflect
how we take on the world:
you take the wheel
while I navigate the sails furled.
Wherever the wheel guides us
on this grand adventure,
with our hands holding each other tight
we’re bound on this journey together.
shapes and shadows
strike awe and wonder
pulling images together
you’ve longed to hold
her reflection resembles
the moon smiling back
she pulls you,
her rising tides keep you
when she starts to recede
there’s no other way
there’s no other choice,
hold on tight while she gently sways
her name, her existence- a thorn in my side;
a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize.
though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound,
i have become an empty vessel, void of a beating heart, bidding for its return soon.
unrelenting, unforgiving, i want to bend back her fingers one by one
as her tight grasp still consumes.
in any other circumstance, we might have been friends
but in this life we’re on opposite ends.