Ocean of Memories

So I guess these last couple of months have pointed to the public failure of at least one of my New Year's Resolutions... I plan to commence my weekly blogging, soon, though, lest any of you out there have been needlessly and frantically panicking because I have not posted in a while. Remain calm.

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