Perfect
Imperfect
Loved
Unloved
Seeing
Sensing
Hearing
Listening
The ocean
The sun
The —
I yearn for you, as the sun yearns for the ocean,
emerald, serene waters flowing ever into the unknown.
The sun dips into those humongous waves at nightfall,
both meeting in a place only they know.
I give myself as the sun gives into the night,
its life and light surrendering to the vast ends of water.
I lose myself as the moon loses its identity
to be with the twinkling stars.
I beckon you—come join me,
as the alluring stars bewitch the heart of the great moon.
The sun dies, as do I, each day in thought of you,
yet I do not lose myself to darkness— not yet.
Once, we laughed under the crystal light,
hands entwined, tracing away the shadow of every doubt,
every melancholy dipped into blithe, left anew.
Once, we laughed, basked in the sunshine,
embraced in the tenderness and warmth of each other,
the waves crashing, as if calling out our names,
the stars, witnesses to our devotion.
I walk along the beach where you left me,
standing, staring at my reflection in the lagoon.
I reach for my green self but touch only smooth pearls,
for it is out of reach, as are you.
You traced my scars with the affection I deserved,
yet now you watch me bleeding—
red as the blood moon
when the stars betrayed it, yet it just—
Dying
Undying
I hear those waves trapped inside the shell,
calling me into the unknown.
It is time now, for dying I am,
undying is my love.
I shall always love you, as the sun does the ocean,
as the moon does the stars,
as….
I, love, you.
Dying is my mortal body,
wise beyond its years.
Undying
is my love for you.