Personal Journal Entry 12.23.158

More Yazatas poems that of course made me think of Kel. I really need to stop looking at poetry. I haven't heard anything from him, I hope he's okay.
I need a drink and a strong hallucinogen...

Edge of the Ocean

There's a place I dream about
Where the sun never goes out
And the sky is deep and blue
Won't you take me there with you?
Oh, we can begin again
Shed our skin, let the sun shine in.
At the edge of the ocean
We can start over again.

The Dreaming Sea

The Dreaming Sea flexes in the lilac light
and you're the moon and I'm the tide
cradle my head
kiss me like you wish me dead
breathe life into me
till I feel as though I'll never sleep again
to close my eyes and feel the whole world swim
till I don't know where you end, where I begin
the dreaming sea
whispers its too late to be saved
the next kiss could be the ninth wave
you and me
upon the bare teeth of the rock
at the mercy of the dreaming sea

Where's the Ocean?

Where's the ocean for us?
As my body touches you and my soul entwines
the view of an ocean and a sea of love
down into the depths of time
and all eternity down into the depths
of all the things I find reminding me
your voice it's calling me haunting me like ghosts at sea.
Will you be the one, my ocean and my divine?
Where's the ocean?
Where's the moments I once knew inside my heart?
I stand pointed by the view you want to stay
as the silhouette of lovers fade into decay.
Playing with the thoughts still tortured,
we were once true lovers
but now I don't see the ocean very clear.
Come and dive into my sea and remember the call.
Remember the cry of time.
Where's the ocean for us when you covered me with kisses?
It meant so very much.
Where's the ocean?
The ocean's here.

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