Thursday, October 31, 2024

Gun Metal Oct. 11, 2024

  

The sea is never gray

this time prior to dawn

but gun metal dark

the sea absorbing

the darkness of the night

the way by day

it absorbs heat

at night it sucks into itself the dark

as I make my way to the wet sand

where the waves kiss my feet

chilling me. making me ache all the more

 for something I know

 the waves have already taken

 something as cold as gun metal

and as unmoving

 something that is beyond reach

 so even the coming sun won't warm its heart

I still long for it and feel the grip

of the sea around my heart

 the beat of which matches

stroke for stroke

 the rise and fall of the waves

the foam filling me more intensely

I feel to join it

the in and out of it

my warmth cast out

 into the gun metal wave

 until the sun comes

and if by miracle

the seas warm it again



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