Another windy day
What’s the ocean for but to stare out over
Huddled and cold, my hair blows and twists
Gulls pour up the cliffs, keeping silent today
Some hover and watch me from a distance
Some dive and head out over the crests of waves
Skimming the cold current
They steal my wind
The wind that draws me closer to the edge
Do they see my eyes blurred by tears?
The wind blows hard against my face
Reddening my cheeks, I shiver in the cold
Even the breaking waves have gone quiet
A mournful uneasiness over the sand
Is no one laughing today?
I hear nothing but another windy day
The whitecaps strum a silent song offshore
Sailboats glide slowly miles away
And while clouds gather, shadows grow long
Then a grey-deadened sea follows the sun
As it continues to vanish past the horizon
Bringing a gull-empty sky and whispering tones of sirens
Who cried the sea?
Was it me?
Not only me, but many more, the many who
Gaze out over the water every day, wishing, hoping, and praying
For the future to come, or for the past to return
To an indifferent sea, it’s just another windy day.
Seeing my friend
Not me ,by me
Beside the sweet mist
Me, myself, my thoughts can’t resist
The vision plays out some every day
Is there anybody there? Listen I say
I’m waiting for a friend, a still empty chair
Can see them so clearly, me sitting there
Our voices, the song, and dripping good times
A neverland appears when I open my eyes
Things that aren’t real, rarely surprise
I need to go back to what I said before
My beautiful friend never comes through the door
To sit by me, and pay me some mind
Or give me a call, to just take the time
I see what’s there and it’s none of your mind
My friend’s soft words, they remind
Of lives that we lived and loves long ago
Tell each other stories of childhoods ago
I am my best friend, the only one I know
The one in the chair?
Their names’ alone
This so special bond, between twilight and dusk
As a stilted connection, and is so and such.
My friend just blurred, this thought crossed my mind
The time we next meet, I will find
The chair still empty, that’s not what I see
I see a friend
But I’m talking to me.