Beneath the waves, I wait.
Drown in my own memories of regret.
Time is still.
To recount the tale—the fable,
It was a chance occurrence of correspondence
Amongst the infinite net of information.
Correspondence to correspondence,
Our words danced in the wind.
Our charms were cast and we fell.
After a summer,
A season of heat and passion,
Our souls were ready.
A single encounter, faces with hungry intentions.
We were so young.
Amongst the books,
Books of nothing, yet written in words of emotions.
Closed inside, heart to heart,
We were so curious of each other,
And I so nervous and full of energy.
Surrounded by trees and crossing the river,
We made our way along the path.
The path that would lead to two cycles,
Two cycles around the sun.
Though we were young and in love, our eyes met with hunger.
Green to blue, the spectrum of our souls were bared for each other to see,
And my heart wide open.

REMINISCING STORMS

To all the hurricanes of the sea,
Message to message,
Word for word, we continued our struggle.
Struggle with our lives.
We were stormed, our fates blown apart.
The wind blowing—so strong, so strong.
Yet I hoped.
I floated in the lake of my memory.
A lake that would eventually become sea.
Love turned to hate, and yet I remained,
Full of verve.
Coincidence, the sound of his name,
Reminded me of his song—his charm.
Time slows and time stirs so fast.
All the wishes—wishes to best.
Happy and in love, to be, and is
All I hope.
Why can I not break the power of his charm?
Want it gone, removed—to love again,
To love another.
But I do not want to love without,
Without the memory of his face.
My heart still goes back to him,
At night,
When all alone.
My mind wonders,
At what could have been,
To what was close to perfect.
Some day, I say,
Some day, it will happen—together again.
Again, somehow, someway.
When we both are ready,
Body and soul, heart and mind.
To hope that,
That he knows I remain,
Always here—by soul beseeching.
I wait with a heavy heart—
–In the ocean created by our passion.
The tides wash over me,
As a prison, a prison of memories.
Yet I am strong,
Strong with the view of land in the distance.
One day my voyager will come,
And reach for my arm-hand in the pool of our passion.
Walk again, will we?—
Upon the beach of life?
Free from the cold depths.
Until we next meet, my nautilus.

OCEAN WAVES

Ocean waves crash,
Against the dark and moist insides,
Of my being.
Every reverberation sounds a shock of memory,
Of pain and love,
Lost,
Yet never complete with acknowledgement—
–For what it was.
Sea foam gushes in,
In a residual of overflow, my body is a hurricane.
A heart was wide open,
With the hope of love true,
But closed,
As a tempest of time,
Turned two years.
Back and forth,
The waves hitting the beach,
Of everyday life.
Within a secret outside,
The bounds of “natural order.”
Whether flower or bee,
Pollen does not matter where it floats nor lands.
Through dark clouds, rays of light hit the beach—
–For only moments.
The beach yearns for the crashing waves,
Of something lost,
Within the depths of the sea abyss.
Do not fear,
The tides creatures.
Fear only the undercurrent of life’s regrets,
For the hurricane has a legacy.
A legacy of destruction.
Within the human soul,
There is a split between many.
The truer truth of life’s voyage,
Is finding at least one piece,
Of common heart.
I can hear the waves crash in the distance,
Off my inner-self.
An inner self, the depths of which are hard to recognize.
One day the voyager will return,
And the ocean be calm once more.
The current will be as it was in the beginning,
But only when ocean and voyager are ready,
Ready to trudge ahead.
But not before.

PRINCE OF TIDES

Moments crash against the shore.
A hurricane of tears unleashes,
Against the world’s inhibitors.
Deep residual pain rises from the depths,
Hoping to be resolved.
The sea is so clearly,
Full of emotion.
Ripples,
Ripples of shear energy course through,
And hit the feet of the voyager.
The waters crash against bare feet,
Reminding him of its sweet embrace.
Gulls sing in the near distance,
Vibrating words unspoken—
So many words.
As he crashes against the more forceful of waves,
The voyager is reminded of all the struggle,
The struggle his being has had to go through.
The voyager’s life has not been an easy one,
So misunderstood.
Only the one within the depths,
Of the sea,
Has turned away all fault.
The one has loved nothing but unconditionally.
Swims—the voyager,
The time is finally right,
Having many years passed.
The salty waters wash over the voyager,
A sea so entrenched with memory,
And yet,
A prison.
At last! The voyager reaches the point,
The point where his lover has been waiting.
A hand-arm outstretches and breaks,
The surface of regret,
And they See.
For a moment,
Eyes of blue and green meet,
And each is within the other.
As the pools of emotions are settled, they walk.
They walk—the Prince of Tides and his voyager,
His nautilus.
All the old is dead and they love anew,
As soul parts,
Until they are reborn—
–To voyage, once more,
once more for everything,
for each other.

opened pool and water was bad-smelled put in chemicals and still green also have what looks to be floating small pieces of foam filters been running 24 hrs doesnt smell anymore but still green!help