Sea of Words

Wash away

the sadness of the day

and welcome in

the numbing calm

of night.

I miss the memory of you

of the nostalgia

that colors everything rose.

I can only visit

again in my dreams.

For years,

you have

tried to

stamp out

your embers,

but for the

first time you

are trying to

let them grow.

You catch yourself

in the undertow

of all of your

darkness.

The surface seems

so far

away.

You reach for

the surface with

a faltering

hand.

It’s just

you and your will

fighting against

the dark, the cold

and the wet.

Never forget,

you were able

to swim

once.

You can again.

Dawn drenches
the world
in red.
The birds
lift their
heads in
song.

Today,
the sea
is choppy.
Your small boat
cuts through
the rough waves
like a knife
through butter.

Learn to love
the little things
the constant silences
in which you
can be aware
of all the
little details.

I hoard myself
like a dragon,
my words and thoughts
kept to myself.
I am the
most precious
thing I have.
Why should I
give that to
a world that
would strip the
very flesh
from my bones?

I climb a

mountain.

There is no

summit,

just the mountain,

stretching

on and on.

Even in the
wasteland, if you
have patience,
you can see
a flower bloom.