I’ll bid goodbye to this land of melancholic whores
And go to a place
Where a huge tide will take me along
And I will meet new people and write new tales.
I will live a new life in a different time zone
running away from the place I call my home
to a place where I might find some love.
I will draw sketches of that mystical shore,
where white waves hit the rock and split.
I will sing a song to praise the beauty of the place
A place where heaven will fall before my eyes.
2. NIGHT BOOK
“Are you asleep?” I ask.
“No” you say.
A star was shining above,
The leaves withered around me,
And your breath was like a melody
in the still midnight.
“I could close my eyes”
“And die here in your arms” you say.
It’s beautiful isn’t it. To just let your salty flesh crawl against mine. To let this saltness wash the shore and carry all the half washed away footprints back into the ocean. I just want you to come crashing to me like an ocean wave and then fall upon the shells lined by the rocks like my heart lined inside my chest. I will sit by the shore and just wait for you. I want these waves to roll over me and engulf me in the magic of it’s tides.
And when you are here, I will read to you the story of my day and watch the blonde wisps of your hair riding along the late evening’s breeze at the edge of the sea. I will point to you towards the lights of the distant navy ships. I can be the sailor I always wanted to be and sail with you to the distant horizon, not to stay there but to sail back again to the shore. And in between the sands and the waves, there will be insects and crabs wrapped around your lovely feet…