Here I am,
Floating on the surface
Of a blue slate of water.
This sea rises and falls like the beating heart
Of the most passionate lover
Whose hate is not afraid of the call to arms.
For years now I have drifted in this single sail boat.
Her tiny, wooden, body rotting slowly
From the torture of the sea.
Lust is not unknown to the ocean.
How have I come to a life of solitary confinement with nothing
But the water’s waves as company?
Even the sun doesn’t see me as I am embraced
In folds of clear blue.
I am nothing but a captive.
Her smell can be as blissfully musty as weathered leather,
Or as bitter as the tears of a soldier standing over his fallen comrade.
Her soul is an epic mystery to all who dare venture to understand her.
I do not dare.
Am I the only one looking towards the right horizon?
Who am I talking to?
Sleep will come.
Let me wake upon the shore of that green land,
A secret
The water doesn’t know.

I find myself stumbling through the windy brush
Discovering a world that I remember like a distant dream.
My surroundings are simple woods but the life teeming from its fingertips are anything but.
A sparrow flies over my place of concealment
My eyes land on the fawn in the corner of her nest.
I am privileged to watch the moments of her first steps.
She embraces her fears and ventures into the cruelest of planets.
Even Mars cannot compare.
I, unknown, unloved, unseen, unhated,
Realize that she will add nothing but beauty to the terre.
The rays of light coming through the leaves

Shine upon the newly sprung flowers
And I see each spider in its web for what it’s worth.
Her swallow’s majesty allows a crown to fill the silence
Of this glowing heaven.
I weep here for all that is beautiful and all that was lost.