On timber, tears & freedom with time.

The colours of the sea swell, simplified
you could say, or even compare me to the kite
hoisted by a twelve year old professional
creating patterns and rhythms  
in a beautiful blue sky.
 
Time doesn't seem to pass here
every moment is truly lived.
Even for the townsmen here,  
masters of their own fate
time carries its consequences.
 
Conquered men have been here, their offspring are present.
I'd have introduced myself had I remembered my name
I've just felt so lost, drowning in this ocean's fury
taken by life, pulled asunder
clinging to the lifeline timbers  
and stealing one too many breaths, I plunder.
 
The Ocean is displeased
howling out in a fragile night
sappy debris, tossed about
I can still taste its fragrance
the aroma soothing my fears
or has the ocean sent me insane?
 
Oh, but that was many nights ago.
swaying in the 'breathful' breeze  
out of the corner of an eye
a hundred thousand kites have  
taken to the sky.
 
I feel compelled, rightfully so
I have my own kite to fly
packaged, in it is a amazon gift card message
with idle hands I inspect
my heart it used to love to pretend
but here, I know better than to
fall hopelessly
spiraling, choosing fear in love's spite.