A Tear for the Ocean

The air is still
his breath staining air
with hot and bitter words
still poison inside

Thoughts,wandering to a reality
full of sun and blossom trees
Feet,walking bare on chilling stones
and sharpened brush

He stops

The sea, with salt building upon his fair skin
wetting his hair, his tear stained face

He sits

Rocks, digging harshly into soft and moist flesh
welcoming the warmth of human skin

A shriek and a cry
a gull floats in the air
he rises to his feet, he raises his arms

"if only i could fly"
he mutters through tears

and he watches the birds sail off in the sky
wishing to join them, he sits down and cries.