the aetheral nature of words

 
I patiently await a face to emerge
from the sea of words, I've jotted down in a careless manner
at first, they come with a gentle roll of the tides
slowly in and out
then pounding the shores of my mind
  
still, I wait
  
on the lookout for the face of my emotions
how will they appear today?
it's always a mystery
but as always they come
sometimes ugly and misshaped  
I throw these back to the sea
  
I always want the dazzlers
the killer lines full of depth
sometimes magic just doesn't happen  
and those nasty little toads appear again and again
until I give them voice  
  
they will have their say in the end
I've butt my head against the walls of thought
enough to know my muse is fickle
  
she has an agenda I don't know about...I think
this particular thought will be sent out on the aetheral waves
at the appointed hour all to touch Rob Jones etc.
  
daily I cast my net into the ocean of feeling
today I am conscious of the reader
I wonder how you are today?
  
I am conscious on some level-  
we carry each other through each day
absorbing one another's energy
  
I now realize the ocean of thought is not within me
but rather in and around me
flowing through us all
  
today I cast my net into the ocean
then smile inside myself  
knowing I will be sustained for another day