Sea Glass

I thought I had fell in love
But really I was just lost.
Drifting, directionless
In the sea that was your eyes.

But how could I not?
They were nothing less than ocean blue.

It’s too grey
the shores you broke were me.
You stole my lungs,
breathed my air.
Inhaling me,
I couldn’t breathe.

Where the sky once met your eyes
In the lines of surf and tide.
Broken wash and champagne clouds
Once led to my demise.

Can't you see Ocean Man?
I am deeper than your blues.

high and low tides drew me,
Ripped me from your shallows.
She tore me from the ledge
Barely, grazed by broken seashells.
The sharp but fleeting sting of surface cuts,

By Her pulling of my heart to sea
Let those vivid memories sink,
Alike to thrown stone pendants.
And floating, now I'm free.

Weightless...

An ocean grave lies waiting.
For splintered pictures in my head.
Of stormy kisses and gentle brushes.

But with time and tide
Sand will soften,
And smooth away their edge.

Amending these raw fragments
To a collection of token pieces.
Of reminiscence in multi colours
And slightly frosted glass.

One day when recovered,
I’ll salvage from their depths,
And place them in a jar.
For sunken, it’s still treasure
But today is to omit.

Eventually,
I’ll learn to hold them
The Sea Glass of our time.
But only when they’re cloudy,
Only then,
they cannot slice.