The loneliness of the sea

the drops of the lavender mist

They do not fall, they stay in place

All from the mother sea

On your skin, tears that torment the vale of your etched out land

Deeply, I cannot find you, your immense scale above the mountains, I smell ancient salt

Pale Moon-Milk Eyes, you tormented me

The misty moors that trail the first light of fossil-graves sink into despair through your

Electric surges under deep… black, blue and red waves as

I found the loneliness of the ocean deeply claustrophobic in its familiarity like

The way your voice once called out to me from so far away

Yet I knew all along it was calling out to someone else.