breathing solitude,
i descend the rocks and kiss the ocean bed.
wax poetic upon the tempest, retreating to
set down upon thee place of rest.
i would forsake today's sleep
but days swim by in delicately placed intervals.
there is no time of sleep,
no time for bridal engagements.
but time is a shell,
a crack conjures absent sunlight,
absent dusk.
age is a lullaby,
washed thereon the lighthouse.
a visitor sees the light
but is blinded.
sea nymphs dive through,
a child's game to the higher plane, the
higher current.
thy breath is stale and apathetic towards
the breeze that carries me.
i kiss the cheeks of rain and dilate.
blessed only by those who flow my way.
i kiss the cheeks of rain
and dilate.
the ocean,
the waves, so textured and melodic
in their passing.
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