The Ocean has Two Faces

I stare out into the sea,
as it throws its mighty strength back to me,
Wave after wave, it sends me its gifts
washing upon the shore, the sand continually shifts,
The liquid waters change from time to time
no one in sight, this is feeling so fine,

Talk to me oh glorious sea
open your waters as you wash over me,
You toss the seaweeds at my feet
they entangle me, I am replete,
The colors change from blue to green
oh so pretty you paint this scene,

Lovely sea, your windows are open wide
between us only the moonlight divides,
Laughing calmly the sun begins to set
the evening enters, I've now just met,
The night and stars and a vision of you
You tease me with your waves so cruel,

At once you say to me
come here my darling, it's only the sea,
Falling fast into a sleep
you change your mood and you start to weep,
Shifting sands I awake to find you
shining your perfect colors so true,

Lovely still, you will always be
my favorite friend, my perfect sea,
You can change, you can stay the same
there is nothing more than a playful game,
So let me be by your side ever more
I promise you I'll sit still at shore...

It's 2:48 a.m.

...and the night is calling me
somewhere out west, midnight is yet to be,

the sea is anxious and waits for the sun to rise
moonlight tiptoes its way across the indian ocean skies,

paying attention to all that moves these eyes are wide awake
deception and the unknown are emotions we just can't fake,

it's 2:58 a.m. as a cold pizza sits alone in the night
cereal boxes align themselves in a cabinet out of sight,

the insects crawl, the birds sleep but something out there is restless
the possibilities of an open road are so inviting and so endless,

champagne glasses toast themselves at a beach front resort
i can hear the laughter, hear the sounds as they celebrate before they abort,

what happened to the days when we were wide awake?
because of happy things not those that are at stake,

what happened to the sea when its waves would come and caress us?
now it slathers and slaps the sand and brings out the dark within us,

it's 2:58 a.m. and i hear hunger knocking at the gate
it grabs me by the hand and asks if i'm ready for my fate...

Up

Jen, this one's for us...

Sometimes I just can't figure others out.
Sometimes I give so much of myself, I have nothing left.
Sometimes I want nothing more than the silence the night gives me.
Sometimes I really miss our "Mash" days.
Sometimes stopping to just gaze onto what absolutely no one will understand but means something to us is the best thing in the world.
Sometimes the reason why I don't share everything about me gets confirmed every single day.
Sometimes having a place where there are no boxes for likes or comments or hearts is absolutely splendid, like this blog.

And sometimes it takes one profound statement to sum everything up. Thank you Gregg Keefer. Now I can remember this when others just can't look up.

"Well we're all the center of our own universe. Some people are just better at looking up than others."

Six

Six photos that captured my day...oh how I love photography...

M is for Mash

A lovely stack of wood waiting to become someone's place to put up their feet

Stop...and notice nature, will ya?

A vintage VW, my road trip dream car

Aaahhh, love, love, love

Sunset in March...so peaceful