Tag Archives: Loss

The Little Things

Isn’t it funny
How we fight
Over and over again
About nothing?
Don’t you see
How empty this is?
Inconsequential little things.
Did you forget to close the door?
Or perhaps put down the toilet seat?
Maybe you left the milk out again?
Don’t you see
How our fights
Are slowly
Turning into battles?
And someday when you lay the table for two
But eat from a plate for one,
Or when you have enough milk for me and you
But only a glass to pour,
Or when your king sized bed
Finally seems too big.
Will you laugh then?
At how we breathed
Consequence into things
Of Inconsequence

The Meeting

PicsArt_1373797698171-1Far away from here
In a distant land
Away from the sea
There is a shore

With breeze so salty
You can taste it on your teeth
And on your tongue and lips

With salmon sunsets
Alabaster moonlight
Dipping into the orange horizon

Here, on this shore
We can stand as equals
Unbridled by our
Lack of sorrow and pain
Non-existent problems
And thoughts of loss and gain

Your flyaway hair
Golden and free
Your bright sapphire eyes
More wondrous than the sea
Wash over me
Wash over me…

You are the waves
Powerful and wild
And I, Oh I so badly
Want to play with you
Alas! I am scared of the ocean
I never did learn how to swim

So I’ll stand on my shore, this distant land
With my feet firmly planted in the sand
Golden kernels caging my toes
I’ll wait for you to hit the shore

Far away from here
In a distant land
Away from the sea
There is a shore.

And on that shore, you and I
Water and sand
Will meet.

And you, my darling
Will wash over me