The sounds of the sea

 

Invigorating temperate nights

should hold us close,

grip us tight,

darkness could wrap itself

like a bandage to keep

our hurt from flowing out,

but we are trapped by life's

unkind threads, placing us

in the wrong neighbourhoods.

Our playpens stand

across wide open oceans,

we have no boats

and we cannot swim.

 

Set us free,

we chant to the moonlight

illuminating our streets.

We wish to feel the night,

like the tide lapping thirstily

at our burning feet.

The urge to move, so primal,

fiercely trying to make

all other thoughts unravel.

We deserve to be free

of these chains that shackle.

Placed around us mistakenly.

 

Our dance floor, mere feet away

but we are caged perpetually,

on two sides of an aching, crying sea.

An endless chasm of broken hearts,

piled precariously.

It's tears making it overflow more each day.

The moon sits like a disco light, taunting us.

Let you rhythm out, it sings in glee.

Dance, feel the tide splash around your feet,

but I don't want to dance,

not without you in my arms.

Your heart beating through me.

 

The sounds of the sea

offers music in the gentle sway of waves.

The water starts to rust away

the binds chained around our feet.

The motion, slowly but surely

starts a chain reaction.

The chains feeling friction,

rumbling the locks

until they are crumbling 

like a cliffside tumbling.

 

The melody of shells engaging,

twisting and taking shape.

Unwinding the years of pain.

The breeze blowing a bass line,

making our hips sway.

we dance the final remnants

of the chains away. Under the moonlight

we float on dreams of future days,

where we will be forever

dancing in each other's arms,

when the waters direct us

to that dancefloor

where perfection lays.

 

 

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