Gazing out the window of his second floor apartment, I watch the city lights glisten along the horizon of my Roman empire. A special presence calls to me as I carefully sip my bitter white wine. With each savor washing bits and pieces of my spirit to the shore of my mind, I feel waves faintly crash against the shell of my soul.
The smell of the sea intoxicates my senses, and in silence I drift away to the echoes of memories long forgotten.
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From the distant shore I innocently play outside in the front yard of the cottage, entertaining myself with wild imagination. Without hesitance and full of joy, I run outwardly towards the street, but caught off guard by an inner resistance, I stop abruptly in my tracks. I look around to watch dimly lit beach houses glow and a fading sun fall beyond the trees. A sight so familiar and comforting feels so suddenly tainted with melancholy.
An odd sensation cascades over my little body so out of breath. My smile is seized and my breathing slows. Closing my eyes, I feel my lungs burn to the inhale of salty November air. A moment of stillness sweeps through my senses as the brisk winds cool my rosy red cheeks. Fingers clenching so numb and cold, I’m frozen to the breeze sending shivers up my spine.
Seagulls call out in the distance— it’s as if they can hear me too. Their soothing caws against pastel skies blurring together a moment that would somehow withstand time.
I turn to see the cottage standing brightly, tall and proud. It's warmth tempts me inside, but the ocean sways my name as if to lure me in.
I run forth quickly hearing the crunch of the seashells crack beneath my sneakers. Awestruck, I stop to feast my eyes upon the millions of shells surrounding me. Along the shore, tiny waves bump against the rocks, gently cradling them back and forth in a mesmerizing motion. Getting lost, I search for hidden treasures beneath each step hoping to find a golden treasure.
Looking up towards the sea, the winding waves begin to whirl something strange deep within. I watch the color of the water, now a chilling grey as the shimmer of summer wilts with dusk; the brightest of dawns now but a fractal on the horizon. The deep, rich blue of summer fades with yet another tide as nostalgia clenches my soul.
Standing before the deep blue, the rustle of leaves reminds me of time. I bite my lip as I turn to say goodbye, but the oceans sings to me.
A reflection of beauty
Of what has been and what’s to come
Blends a moment of love and grief
Known just way too young
Of the many loves,
The ocean tides are true.
Deep within my tar black heart
Forever will live the blue
I hate to say goodbye
But am ready for unknown shores
Magic calls from worlds beyond
Telling me life has more in store
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Winds of the now call me back, and in the solace of remembrance I awaken from my hazy gaze.