The Coldness of Ocean Blues
Soft touch still crawling upon my glass tinted skin,
As your soul wonders deep of mine within,
Looking for a place to stay over again tonight,
And maybe nest its sacred love
Inside the palace of my shattered heart.
Calling me up in the middle of the night,
Like a hurt mourning dove,
Searching for its dear in the dim light...
Hostile, bright and blue,
As deep as cold ocean avenues,
Sitting across the table of fears.
Unarmed,
Much harmed,
Shedding golden tears.
Blissful smile,
and begging words.
Off for a while,
Left untouched cordes.
Walking a mile,
With bleeding swords,
Came to no awards,
But this field of mines,
Instead being in my red shoes,
Listening to my warm little blues.
I wish I heard you singing
Along with my songs of blues.
In my head, the bells were ringing.
You were my soft muse,
My masterpiece, my greatest king.
My emotional abuse.
My sea siren
That got away.
Each time I came near
You led me far astray.
Pulling me in,
Wanting to obey.
Hurtful upbringing,
Left us confused,
Raising,
Chasing
others while bruised.
No longer I am willing
To come across as used.
I'm leaving
Everything behind,
Deep in the waters
Of my Ocean Blues.
- M. S.
09.09.2022.
