Wicked Icicle

On the shore of a beach she lay numb,

Her lips sealed by the ice formed from the melted snow,

Words, all for the moment that erased loneliness

Days and nights she waited for her sun,

A dawn that deserted her for eons,

Beds of sand shimmered under the moon light,

Beacons from a sinking boat hit her eye,

All the dead cells came alive with that distant spark,

A ray of hope reflected from her retina,

Flakes of snow conjoined with beds of sand.

Crystals on her anklet blinded the cloudy skies,

Tender feet loved the feel of the frozen waters,

They left cracks on the thin ice leaving

A footprint on the never-ending ocean

Her fingers bore the precipice formed from the cycles of chrono

The wicked icicle melts from the hope in her soul

Sailor’s Sonata

An island of hope washed away by time,

Latitudes and longitudes filled the distance between us,

Anchor cried in vain for a dip into the waters,

But no shore would accept the presence of this lost sailor,

Compass pointed out that I reached a dead-end,

Neither the sands of time, nor the tides of ocean could guide me home,

Lost in the ocean of your thoughts,

The beads of your necklace falling apart,

The seas and the skies prayed in unison for your embrace

Crossing the myriad storms orchestrated by the seas,

Sails ripped off by the wild winds,

I lay dormant in my sinking boat

In my ears weaved the notes of redemption,

Those drums inside felt your presence like a crescendo

Faint beacons sail past the airwaves towards the shores.