I held my breath for weeks,
and the sea pulled it from me:
The wind stronger
than my resolve to break.
I was alive on its shore;
it breathed through me
and I shed my skin,
and the ice on the spring air warmed me.
It called out as I turned to leave.
A lover I can’t forget;
The sweet salt on my lips;
The sharp cold in my skull.
I could have stay until I died and decayed,
And still begged for more.
Give me a grassy clifftop by the sea.
Give me the sun.
Give me a distant acoustic guitar
And the smell of sun screen.
Give me my dog against my leg
As I lie on the earth;
And forget the Earth.
* * *
The faltering embrace of the waves will steal the unwelcome warmth from my blood.
The stern wind will cleanse the light from me;
My deepest darkness will flow
from my heart to the sea;
And we´ll be one;
In a terrible,
beautiful,
way.
I can still feel
wet sand
between my toes.
The coolness of
oblivion
lapping at my clothes.
The heavy
dense
silence
in the air.
And it still makes me
smile.
Dreams of glass,
and screams,
and cries.
Prayers for silent,
caring
eyes.
Hopes for peace;
Cool sea;
Calm mind.
Hopes for hearts
I’ve yet
to find.
Give me winter, and give me the sea.
Give me the cold sun of a November morning.
Give me pebbles and broken shells;
Give me the wind of the shore;
Give me time, give me time.
Wrap me in storm clouds;
Flood my lungs with cold rain;
And shock me back to life.
Sandy hair,
and ocean eyes;
The touch of a cool breeze
brushing past,
A voice of warmth;
Sweet words settling,
on bare arms;
Distance;
The only cloud in the sky.
La Gatita Oscura 