I smell of the sea , the salt and the sun,
Of sand caught in toes from my morning run,
Of memories made under the night sky,
That get trapped in the time that they were alive.
I think of the waves that stormed the sea,
But timidly crept up at spectators feet,
Like two faced creatures that charm us all,
And leave us flummoxed for the fall.
I feel the exhaustion run through my blood,
Making my imagination flood,
With reels of the past that once existed,
Now buried inside time that shifted.
The pounding inside my chest grows stronger,
When I think of yearnings for much longer,
So I settle for the seemingly vapid present,
And release my heart from its torment.
