i sat and
watched the
waves with
you today,
with the sun
slowly descending
i almost wished
he could
take me with him
as he disappears
beneath the
water's edge
quiet for
the moment
the tide
kept rising
crashing against
huge boulders
that seemed
tiny, helpless
i almost prayed
they could
carry me off
somewhere i can
just be still
unmoving, unfeeling
where i can be
your favorite word, numb
it will be
dark soon
i almost hoped
that darkness
could swallow me
i could be invisible. . .
then you
reached for my hand
held it in yours,
a quiet reassurance
i said i'd be
ever so patient,
i am trying to be
just that,
although sometimes
i am almost convinced
that your doubts,
your fears
are all too real
i only have to
look at you
and i remember. . .
it's my job
to calm them,
debunk your
endless theories,
make you believe
that underneath
all your questions,
your unending protests
is a heart that
beats for me only. . .
all i have to do
is make you believe. . .
sorry mister sun,
i guess i'll go with you
some other day then. . .
1 comment:
I was looking at the waves, lost in my thoughts. The sound of those waves brings back the memories of long forgotten past, the fast approaching turbulence and the inner mayhem of the present. I felt lost and anxious, a mix of emotions that I cannot explain. I am more petrified than ever.
In alarm, I reached for your hand just to remember how it feels to be still... and the mere touch of your warm skin against my cool hands led me to remember why I am looking at the waves... To find solace, to find the truth and the only answer I got was already beside me. And then I calm down.
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