On the seaside veranda
I catch myself adrift in the sea drift
of those stair cliffs color blue
leading me down to heaven
the ocean
right down to you—
contemplating
overthinking
how could something so truthful still be misunderstood
something in your vastness makes them think your trying to show off how big you are
but you never really did
never really tried
you were just an embodiment of who you really are
someone free
well-intentionеd
who loved the sun
but hated its hеat
and didn’t need much reason as to why
why things were what they are
you had your own answers
your own reasons
and you were content
and no one needed to know
but may my under-sharing never be misunderstood like you
that bluer than blue
your introvert-nature has others talk for you
your tendency to never feel the need to preen
has others thinking you’ve got much more to lead on
and it’s not Atlantis to keep a secret
it probably isn’t something as deep as they make it
but you just let them
because you know who are
you do
I love listening to attica blues
and that half-winged necklace that I have strapped on my neck—
may the world be as free as I want it to be
but ultimately, I love seeing the sun sparkle the tops of your rolling waters
it just reminds me that there’s so much more of you to understand
there’s so much of you yet still untouched
and it’s too deep for most people to dive in to see
and yet you’ve sat there just waiting for the right person to claim your deepest pearls as souvenirs for who you really are
just like me right now
leaving this seaside veranda behind
and letting my two bare feet twirl on these blue stair cliffs—
cultivating the steady ground before
I walk down to heaven
down to you
the ocean
I know my lifespan is shorter
so I have hope that sooner or later someone will meet me down there
at the shore
like two different waves at a distance coming together to crash as one
like two burnout lighters fusing together their last drops of butane
to burn bright
forever