Jealouseas

Down a winding bristled hillside,

Just barely above the surface, where the eye can see,

At the edge of a drawn out riptide,

Lay scattered drops of me

By day, a beautiful adventure

By night, a vessel for a floating love letter, long lost

By season, all your grief and plunder

By storm, all your secrets tossed

I lick the cold chapped lips

Of the people and their brides

By the air I spit

Alas, The Sun, my pride

I curve and ebb

I rock, to and fro

I dew a sand spiders web

I’m so far deep, your eyes can’t see,

So very long ago

Through your spyglass,

With your crew and your hope

Among the long bow’s staff,

An endless horizon beyond the ropes

Or a deadman’s pass

I may bring you to land you’ve never seen,

But to be the rhythm that sways this earth,

These things bring me jealousy

How I wish I could be, the moon perched,

Among my stormy seas