Imprints in sand saves my sanity
if only for a whole moment,
instead of sinking back
to moony foreshadowing
[on a forbidden beach].
Writing goodbyes
into a state of light
I had saved for
"love me horizons"....
a million breaths
all taking leave.
My heart has been
too often used,
spoken for
in ways I encouraged;
the ocean opens up
for every emotion
I submit myself to,
as I drown by
fraught innocence
and one-winged
butterfly skies.
I am still finding
names for myself,
among piano keys
and melodies
that betray my serenity.
That one lonely moon
already decoded my being;
with a reflection
I became infatuated
on the essence of a kiss,
and the lips of nature
that sway eternity.
