sometimes i visit the shore,

where my will crashes into my was.

i suppose the possibility exists that you just don’t understand that concept, or perhaps haven’t found desire to travel to that particular destination. with the same amount of abandon you choose to deflect; i crave. the anticipation more impacting than any supposed drug of choice. i watch your eyes as i speak to my conviction. pay close attention to the subtlety of your distance. i wonder how it feels to understand boundaries. i desperately try to wrap my head around the acceptability of is; my insatiable; never satisfied – always picking at the scab of could have been – often, drowning in the sea of if…

today i stood – knee deep in the waves – gazing into the setting sun. i imagined the sound – unavoidable hiss, as it kissed the relentless sea. in that moment – i understood peace. today i, stood. and as the waves pounded against my defense, i felt the burden of can’t slip away. i will admit, in that instant, a shiver of fear found refuge; attached itself to the sinking buoy of doubt. remarkable – however – the deep; accepting the refuse of regret – returning the surface, still.

today, i stood.

and instead of looking away – ashamed of my suppose – i gazed with wonder past the sea of refrain,

reached out,

unafraid –

embraced the very essence of can.

today i visited the shore,

and found,

me…

i cherish you,
as much as great,
when weighed against the character – of good.

i lose myself in you.
somewhere i’ve yet to travel;
possibility of your suppose –
implication of your – conceive…

somehow –
with effort more than just enough,
you rescue me from shadows of unable-
set me free outside the paradigms of can’t.

un-lost,
i find my-self perplexed by allocation of your compassion.
your gift of trust – captivating –
more visible than sight,
to one that chooses not to see.

beneath it all –

even below the ever growing pile of discontent…

layered,

ever so patiently –

my defense.

(scar-tissue effect)…

time passes;

and just as quickly as a borrowed breath – returned,

this now,

becomes our was…

what of it,

then?

false hope clinging in vain to should?

if we are less than everything allowed,

why – be – at all?

oh!

i suppose there could be desire to rise above,

even birds with broken wings

never forget how it feels to fly…

i need you –
more than – want,
more than – have to have,
as much as – to die for…

i need –
you,
longer than,
forever –
before – now!

addicted to –
the all-of-you,
i cling to your every word,
place them – captive –
in my heart…

and when i find,
you’ve gone away –
i pull them out –
remembering the way you looked right into me –
spoke comfort,
calmed storms,
extinguished fires of discontent,
by simply uttering my name!

i carry –
you –
deep within – me,
unencumbered
as light attached to dawn –

you are my sunrise,
guiding light,
that leads me safely home.

i long to be – to you –
all that you have become –
to me…

that first sliver of sun at dawn,
or the twinkle of twilight’s
first star…

if only i could fill your world with wonderful,
exceptional –
smother you with fantastic,
awesomely – amazing…

if even for one solitary second
i could be
that which flows through your veins –
fills your heart –
gives you life.
how great the rush.

to be considered something so essential –
so necessary!

as much as air –
as incidental as day –
i long to be the impulse for your smile,
casual sigh,
the beat your heart skips…

the everything to –
you –
you are

to me…

to just for once –
be that which is – necessary;
no longer-
required.
to understand the difference…

you speak to me –
indiscriminately.
unobliging as moon,
to midnight!

pompous –
you are.
supreme to my inadequacy;
omnipotent as sun,
in a sky devoid of clouds…

and even as i try to – not believe,
your matter of fact impales my –
un-faith.
leaves me,
clinging to your strong –
devours my –
weak!

i stopped by to paint my mood,

but rain set in and the colors ran muted to grey…

i stopped by to drop off my baggage of frustration –

realized the gates to acceptance were closed –

access denied…

i stopped by – (third time’s the charm) – to trade in my chaos, for calm –

to no avail – (three strikes, you’re out!)…

almost as seldom as never –

generosity chosen instead of obtain.

in this world so full of people,

unimaginable – thoughts of feeling alone.

and yet,

in place of shells with stories to tell,

we end up less than polished stones –

on this shore of life,

unnecessary –

uncollected –

simply – rocks.