Settle in a wave, surrounded by celestial blue and white.
Your fingers edge the spacious sea until the sun sleeps.
The moon whispers lullabies as the waves slowly dream.
Motionless water wraps around your weightless self, a feeling of complete serenity.
Your curious eyes spread to the corners of the world till the edge of the sea is heard.
Your skin smoothed by the crystal sky called blue of light, mirrors trapped under the gentle sea.
Carried far from your home,you are steered towards the land where bees suckle honey dew.
The waves calmly set you on the beach with wind at half mast, leaving you to ponder, am I home at last?
You know you make me.
I know you break me.
The character of love isn’t a pawn, no, you will never change, midnight till dawn.
A place where you comprise my little needs.
Molding the clay while I wish for sleep, building an undesired bowl it seems to me.
Spill water inside.
Holes and cracks.
Do you see?
No matter where I go, you pryingly always know.
Lessons of a mind, buried deep, confusion, seclusion, animosity at your feet.
Where in your head do you nod at this immorality, my own human right isn’t your emotional practicality.
It wasn’t mean to be.
We all know what lies beneath our wooden beds, the sun dims as skies turn violent red.
Whisper in my ear, follow child for it’s a task of dread, can’t you see I listen but disobey upon what you said.
Close your eyes.
Follow my quiet sighs.
Is it truth or religious lies?
Don’t close your eyes as we walk on water, this ocean wave listens to the man called King and Father.
But under sea level I stare for the angst delivers, don’t call to me, I am bow, useless without the quiver.
Can you dear man see our skies turn bloodied red?
The walkable sea drowns those who sleep in anxious beds.
I thirst for acceptance as you offer calming peace, the one beneath wishes we all step down, violently cease.
Here me speak upon how you once gave lambs spiritual hope, now their uncertain ideology hangs from where we hung our ropes.
I am but a human.
Men and the bones of Women.
Red skies and changing seas.
Truths or Lies, Love or Sin.
I’ll step on water my dear friend.