The Grey, Grey Beach >>> Nov 6th, 2015.
There’s a place where I meet you,
A place I am not sure can exist.
I go there slightly post-slumber,
Under skies of muted myst.
A grey beach stretching to infinity
The pale waves are static, soundless.
Birds overhead, slightly slow motion
Though their flightpath seems quite boundless
Only a thin line of light
separates the sky from the sea
Like a barely open eye,
the horizon squints at me.
You appear as a distant dot
The only real color in this land,
Flowing so softly, as if submerged
but advancing on the sand
We're pulled to one another
Like black holes in the twilight
Anticipation sedates me further
then everything goes white
I wrap my arms around you
but you are only chilled air,
Then down upon me, a soft breeze,
I imagine it is your hair.
A kiss like a whispering statue
standing in a vacant sanctuary,
Down to the ground, moans fill up
this once barren estuary
Hands I see no hint of
warm my unclad flesh throughout,
Coming together near this sea
Leaving no fear of drought.
Collapsing supine and panting
Slowly fading from all the grey,
Eyes re-opening slowly
Finding loneliness on the bay.
Grey fades,
Darkness rises,
Body falls,
Body lands…
Back in bed, tangled in sheets
The sound of the city grates my ears,
The cars,
the sirens,
the screaming,
the barking,
The source of all my fears.
Reaching for my glass of water
but my cold hand slips on by,
Looking back at the night, I wonder,
were you the ghost... or was I?