Though this first post back in a while should probably be a life recap, I'm just going to post a poem. It was late the other night, I saw some old pictures, watched one too many Starting Line and Boys Like Girls music videos, and this overly nostalgic and hastily typed out poem came up from the mud (or my keyboard):
"Memory Ocean"
I'm at the edge of a sea with memories
they lay before me, strong and dizzying
it's only on nights like this that I let them swirl around me
I can taste but I can't touch, because they are wrapped in a mystery
a mystery they call time that we know is real but can't relive a moment still
On the crest of a wave, there she is and I see her face
For a season we lived in sand castles of grace
I wince with pain at the joy on my own face
As I watch me look at her eyes like they are Paul's own prize
Her hair is blowing and my fingers lay across her hand
Her toes in the sand and as I watch this paradise fade by the land,
my mind cannot understand
But I smile with tears because only happiness so real
could cause an ache sublime and surreal
salty lips and sunburnt necks, dreaming beneath a starry deck
moments that broke the contract of time
and lasted longer than time aligned
if only to remind from time to time that I'm alive,
And I remember each breath that I would cherish
and she got to breathe hers next to mine, on earth
but so divine, we swore forever, but the clock could not keep time
I remember foreign shores with homesick sores
The air smelled the same but I had room to go insane with a new day-to-day
my heart stuck in the baggage of straying hearts miles away
but laughter like medicine would heal each ache, I learned of life and friends and how to sip mate'
and mountains and sin and then God's grace, companionships that will always stay
if not in touch for weeks and days, tucked in the recess of sweet times that will never fade
Memories rise and swell in this ocean of waves
like mirages of true pictures in the desert at noon-day, an image you try
to keep before you, but you know will fade. Because tomorrow the sun will rise
and it will be a new day, and if I choose to relish it whether sun or rain, and take each moment,
let it lie in my tongue, and memorize the taste, live forever inside every moment and give it
my undivided gaze, then sweeter still will be the memories of the following days, until the
moment they lay me in my grave and my spirit looks back and I can smile fondly on eternal days
