wairror of love

i aam at war nd becuase i love U I will FIGHT FOREVER

The first sound is of a bright crashing
The Sea, again, gritting rock into sediment.
I think that he is lashing out against God
for separating his blue from Sky


A whisper is the second,
The warmth of an enveloping gale.
The Sky’s attempt at consolation
Or perhaps an endeavor
to send the Sea’s prayer within a wave


A canopy of trees form a million tiny suns on the sand
They do not weep,
because they do not share in this hue


Penance,
My bludgeoned form
This flesh to save one other,
blue


I am stricken by the scent of salt
I know that we are the same