ocean – The Light is On

Night Wind

After the sun falls into the sea it lingers in our skin...

Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth...

I walked hand in hand with a ghost, suspended together in time above a thousand worlds passing us by...

All that can be said has faded away and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak...

The bite came bloodless, tearing away at a dead soul in search of fire...

A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light...

Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea...

And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...

Sails furled at the calm water bay, drifting toward port as ghosts of long summer spent on seas with a will set to break us...

Hills against the wind press on into night over the peaks and away to the last descent...

Here I stand where the earth breaks away, waiting for the night to die...

Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river...

Ice on skin exposed to night calling to the sky, the moon obscured begging it to crumble away...

Everything’s distorted coming in from the outside through a cracked window leaking sunlight...

The air is thick with the moment before downpour and I can already feel the weight on my shoulders...