vast and bleak,
thrilled by the Asian face
to shed a shine of glossy varnish
and leave untrammelled beauty
still intact after so long.
Inside, the hauling up of cargo,
fresh oranges, limes,
and something surly to go with bread:
musty bookends prop charts uncanny;
luminance at the windows,
in dead of night deckhands sweat at work.
Stare down quickening tide, white with breakers,
no need to look further
while the foam of distance flails
and taunts with beckoning candour;
nostrils screaming the scent of bitter salt,
and thistles grow down to the beach
using space without reservation.
Put your shoulder to this buttress,
boys; the dam un-breached.
For every breathing outcast, learn to sail
and let's be turning South;
rope and sandalwood decks adrift
in unquiet fire,
shout Truth from each loosed tirade.
I look again to the sea amassing
strength to challenge.
My will to live breathes spray anew,
enough to gasp at Dachau.
An amazing feeling.
It's when your
To be floating in
Happiness is a
Though, because it
Is used loosely.
You can be thrilled, with
Your heart pounding and
Adrenaline pumping in
Or, you can
Be joyful, with
Your heart on your sleeve and
The feeling of zero gravity in
Your entire body.
Either way, you
Have a smile on
She was lying upon the couch across the room, wearing the pajamas he bought her. A lost happiness revived in his heart. Riku wondered when she had receded into her dreams. He could taste mint toothpaste and vanilla lip balm, and yet, he was afraid to say his dream had been real.
He'd been willing to surrender, but her solemn breathing thrilled his feelings into trying again.