Ocean blues

A love so deep it mimics millenia itself

A love that belonged to every part of nature

So deep it runs along the loop of time, the echo you hear before you fall asleep

And now to myself

The love that couldn’t live the same way it couldn’t die

More like me than anything else

A world busy scribbling over the markers that made us real

How are you to prepare for what you have been taught is impossible

Or find what certainty promised does not exist

I compared it to having my soul ripped from my body

Or was it the echo of loves past, of the not knowing

A hundred years of what looks like silence cannot be so

Just because they scribbled out our names doesn’t mean we weren’t here

I would tackle myself the way I would tackle an unruly tent

Punching myself back into the bag that came with the purchase

Never intended to see the inside of that again, but trapped there on occasions still

She walked outside, wearing that stupid hat

And my wandering self changed in an instant

Her voice stuck in my head on repeat

I tried everything to escape it, remembering how all the befores had felt

Shaking my head as though her voice was water and I was capsizing

Belonging was foreign then

Sleeping in my arms

Eyelids protecting the same blue as above and around

Hair like forest fires and fall

Curls like unruly oceans

Voice of honey, smoke and deep thought

Mind of adventure and boundless imagination

I go to sleep holding you

Waiting to see your ocean blues again

Spectrums of color they say cannot exist

I live in your paintings and at your fingertips

It is for you the world wakes in spring