My head is so quiet.
I sit here and nothing,
the words, unformed
are not calling, it’s all so still,
like the sea before a storm.
I know soon the wash
will pull me deep into overspill,
into the deep currents. But right now
I sit. feelings, not concurrent
like they are somewhere else entirely.
A different shoreline
beside a different sea.
And then I see your eyes.
I can't lie. I can't think.
I'm there in that space entranced.
Everything else fades into the distance.
The way they speak
in so many unspoken words.
In unuttered tones. I hear the rushing moans
of the waves crashing over me.
But my thoughts are still.
On a different shoreline
beside a different sea.
As so often transpires,
I've been burning
more than candles at both ends,
but whole mental forest fires.
where my thoughts descend, like embers from high.
In-between the rushing traffic, and the
busses hassling for space.
In this station I sit encased.
I see your face, for just a second.
It emblazons into place.
But my thoughts are still.
On a different shoreline
beside a different sea.
But then I see your eyes.
It takes me a while
to breathe. The way they smile.
The stories hidden beneath
like an ocean that hides treasure
somewhere in the deep.
Everything else is weathered away,
just those stories and me.
But my thoughts are still
on a different shoreline
beside a different sea.
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