My beach vacation.
In the mist, of summer tickets...
leading my feet.
They dive right in,
my precarious nature-
all a-bloom.
before my wistful eyes.
On the edge of the boardwalk,
the sand creeping to invade-
my toes taste the cold.
Of the waking bodies beneath,
the earth that shivers, always awake.
The lighthouse above me,
the shining dimensions.
I wish I could see the directions,
the sailor's eyes.
But mine only see the yellow-
scorching light.
My body can only feel the emptiness,
not the home or the hope.
And the water-
a black mirror.
My reflection listening to me,
collecting my looks.
One day...one day it live for me.
Take my job, crush my eyes.
Choke me with its slicing silence.