The Sea

THE SEA

On a dark starry moonless night,
Standing on the throes of the nonchalant infinity,
Rush forward the salty voices to wash over the wounds so deep,
Pain is a friend, no longer the intrusive stranger,
Explains the unseen hurt,
But the voices don’t fade;
the explanation unrequited.
The skill at its resolve,
to break down the skeletal wall.
The moon still abstains;
there is no one in sight...
Just the soft comforting sand
and the feet sinking deep.

Oct 2003