On this island, with the ocean as prison walls.
The waves rush to the shore.
I am watching them slam into the merciless cliffs,
preventing me from escaping this endless bore.
It is light blue in the warm and sunny daylight.
It reflects the light beams
like the eyes of children. A starry sky on earth,
as they light me up by one thousand million.
And in the gloomy moonlight it turns bottle green.
The orange lights dimming,
sounds of the waves killing this peaceful summer night,
and the rocking fishing boats restfully clinging.
I take a walk alone down the beautiful bay.
The ocean calls my name.
Unable to resist it, I take off my clothes,
and I dip into this breathtaking midnight frame.
All of a sudden, I’m not feeling imprisoned.
Cleansed from my discontent,
I thank the walls protecting my beautiful home,
and I hear it swell as a replying consent.
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thunderous roar filling ears
the depth and speed to behold
wondrous to the eye.
He walked these shores
lost and entranced by what he found
a world wanderer
no place to lay his head
taken away in chains instead.
Thirty days in a hole
moving from beauty to brutality
fodder for future words
disconcerting I have heard.
For the simple crime of vagrancy
he slept in a concrete house of horrors
so close to my home
facts I had not known.
To know you through pages
I search for antique finds
to hold you in my hands
books of yesterday held by others before me.
Why was I drawn into your life
lessons from teachers or was it simply
a look in your eyes that said
That you too understand the workings
of a writer telling tales
spinning webs to be lost within
letting the soul bleed out
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