Bleach Beach Bones

Walk don’t stop just walk. The beachside I’ve grown, my home The waves Ive known, they talk. Whisper in the spray and mist, Their words of wisdom surely missed. Kneeling, the foam, reaching, kissed, By dark waters; searching for salvation From my spiritual starvation. Emaciated. A hungry ghost I am. Hollow being, my emptiness is clear Do they see me? The ghost I surely am. In the cloudy night no stars shine, I sing but get no message from the divine. A beam upon the water, artificial light Reflecting nothing, still with no sight. Like the ebb and flow of the tide I go Until I no more can see of the shore Like the ebb I feel the pull of the sea I feel my soul falling away from me. Orange glow against the cloud cover Chilled breath, I speak no sound To ocean waves passing, no true lover. I push on through the black all around. Only the city twinkles in the expanse No other human out at this distance. Yet another ghost I saw forming beneath Without the moon a specter with no relief. Haunted by my past beyond the shore. Beckoning me to follow furthermore. And sink with it into the inky water I see it’s face, oh what’s the matter. It becomes a woman, but it’s not her It’s just a shadow of a memory I’m sure. Taking my hands she lended toward me “Guess what” a whisper on the sea, “What” a flutter in my heart, leaning in “Fuck you” the whisper came with a grin. She let go my hands and I floated there, Floating carried back to the sand The ocean warmer than any other care, My bones still lay where they came to land.