She said,
“Hey, pretty baby
You lookin’ so crazy.
There some place you’d rather be?”
He said,
“Adrift in your ocean
In my little rowboat as
Your waves rock me to sleep.”
Her arms were the tide,
Providing a steady calm
To the nervousness in his chest
That she used as a pillow to rest her head upon
They stared ahead. His eyes began to swell
With the crimson waves, which rose with
The poem that her kiss displayed.
The seas grew violent
She could see the tempest form
On the horizon of his cloudy iris
He tried to find protection in
The ripples that waved along the face
Of the moon’s reflection
But it was her diamond eyes that cut
Through the darkness of night
Like satin harbor lights wrapped in
A fragrant haze that kept this boy sane,
His voyage maiden, and his haven safe.
So, he staked a claim on the edge of existence
Rowing between his hopes and dreams and
His hellish visions. And with a hug and a kiss,
He dodged the cyclone. He knew no other
Port would ever feel like home.
So, he just held her close
She was his shelter – no –
The cornerstone of his fortress he built
To endure his personal storm off the
Shores of New Orleans:
This poet’s true inspiration.
And though he wrote aggressively,
He suffered from depression, see
With thoughts suppressed, he
Found it hard to accept that she
Could see the message he
Stowed in the hollows of his boat
And that discrepancy is why his
Bottle failed to float.
So, he just held her close
As she would let him know
That he didn’t have to travel
These seas alone, but when his
Depression set in, he left her with
Sentences that felt so cold, expressions
Of stone. They grew disconnected
From everything they’ve known.
And at the height of his storm, her
Eyes became worn, and the harbor lights
He hoped would guide him through the night
Faded in the haziness of his crazy mind.
He said,
“It just may be that
I’m genuinely crazy, but
Please don’t erase my
Footprints from your shoreline.”
She said,
“I’m sorry, dear baby
Though my heart is aching,
I’m closing my harbor
And waving you goodbye.”
Then, he wrote,
“There’s no Hollywood ending grounded in reality
So, I’m saying ‘goodbye’ to a place I’ve never been
Dashed hopes and smashed dreams are a thing of the past
I’m leaving it all behind ‘fore I even arrive
There’s no Hollywood ending grounded in reality
So, I’m saying ‘goodbye’ to a place I’ve never been
Dashed hopes and smashed dreams are a thing of the past
I’m leaving you behind with my final goodbye.”
And so he ventured back out
Into those violent seas, disappearing
Quietly into the onyx of the night
Wondering how he’ll hide from
The silent whims of the leviathans when
He no longer sees the sonnet in her eyes.
And the days turned to nights as
He churned in his pain etching memories
Of yesterday on a canvas of uncertainty
He searched for the stars that promised
Him a canopy to shroud him from the
Clouds that were dowsed with insanity
No such luck; no harbor in sight
So he kindled the flame he
Plucked from the sparkle in her eyes
In hopes that the light would
Guide him through the storm,
But the seas grew rough and the
Winds grew fierce in the very moment
A whisper cradled a message
Of another boat docking at her shore.
He closed his eyes, surrounded by
Thoughts of everything he lost:
He remembered the tide –
He remembered that steady calm he found
In the gentle touch of her tender palm
He remembered her eyes –
Those satin harbor lights that once
Protected him from the darkness of night
Consumed by the storm, engulfed
In his tragedy; he threw himself overboard
And into the kraken’s reach.
When he washed ashore, there
Was no harbor in sight, ‘cause her head
Was on his chest with that sparkle in her eyes.
And she just held him close,
And she just let him know
That he didn’t have to travel
These seas alone. So, the nights
turned to days as they churned
In her waves and she smiled
When his tempest finally dissipated.
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