The ocean... it's exotic blue...
The waves break with passion... anger...
One after the other, like ghosts in the night, they force towards me.
The vast open beach... stretched to the outer limits of my mind.
So beautiful, yet so lonely...
We both could be looking at the same ocean, the same beach..... the same loneliness...
The darkness covers this "face" I see...
The wind.... Ever changing the "face" of the beach...
The same wind now cuts to my soul...
My spirit shall haunt the night...
You shall hear my cries in the shifting sands...
You shall feel my tears on your feet...
The wind shall cut my loneliness into your soul...
The dark night, the pale moon...
They cannot hide the "ghosts" of the water...
Calling, inviting me to enter....
Take my place in the darkness of the ocean floor... a lonely place... My place....
Maybe there I will find my peace... set this soul and spirit free...
...free from ever loving again...
...free from ever knowing pain again...
My tears... the ocean... My hate... the thunder...
My loneliness... the ocean's depth...
The next time you stare at the ocean, alone and cold on that beach, you shall feel my pain down your back, my "arms" of wind around your body, and my cold "kiss" on your face and lips as you cry...
