standing near the edge,
a place where
water and sand converge,
waves of melancholy gently kiss my feet.
they come to shore full of vibrancy,
trying to take the earth whole,
yet as they retreat reluctantly,
one can hear the sea cry.
me and the waves,
blow kisses to the wind
that playfully catches
in between my hair.
a whiff of you in my curls,
a spell unlocked by nature,
magic that sings a blessing
with the whisper of a curse.
blessings that filter through
treetops, as sunshine glows
in the woods of memories
while the river of our story flows
it gently carries the weight
of you, i and us.
tears and fears, awe and hope
it takes it all in, it takes it all
and a curse that whispers,
“you are alone, all alone,
lost in the woods,
without a place to call home”.
pour salt in my wounds;
roots that go deep,
ground me in this world,
and are made to seek
make a poultice for my soul,
from the garden that grows
inside that heart of yours,
shade that keeps it cool
i smell the sea,
it’s a blessing
i smell the woods,
reject the curse
take a breath
catch your scent,
you hold me close,
and i am content…
I sometimes forget some of the things I wrote, this is one of those poems that has some lines I would like to work into something and then a lot of lines I am unsure about, but the pace is interesting and I love how it deals with blessings, magic and curses. Sometimes you know things before you know them. (This was written again in 2015/2016, old words)
