Capturing elusive thoughts with the tip of a pencil

Capturing elusive thoughts with the tip of a pencil

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Sea

Only I see the sea;
Minute, hour, mist to foam,
A plank among the wreck, I
And a seething hiss, a shore.

The taste and smell of rust
Many days old, moan and creak;
My teeth grind on iron sand,
But only I see the sea.

Heady swells greet the dawn,
Riptides tear the day in two;
Lifeboats drift just out of reach,
And only I see the sea.

Happy faces turn about,
Blind and smiling endlessly;
Make it stop, just make it stop,
Yet only I see the sea.

Friends long gone, long ago,
Now a distant memory;
Floating between sky and sky,

Only I see the sea.