I walk with open hands

To catch winds that flow froth from a broken dam

Painting snowy pages with grainy memories

Tumbling over each other like waves and sand

So I search the seashore for purpose

Every speck of land

Hoping to find I am more than just trails in the sand.

Verse 1:

Want to hold you close but you’re always out of reach,

Want to tell you secrets that I know I’ll always keep.

Never want to hurt you, I’m the one that’s losing sleep,

Watch you walk away ’cause I’m scared to take the leap.

Chorus:

Your aqua eyes are so tranquil,

Remind me of the ocean still.

But now I know

But now I know

Its waves are formed of broken dreams

But now I know

But now I know

That heartbreak’s deeper than it seems.

Verse 2:

I’m the one who “had it all” nestled in my hand

But when it came to you, you slid right through like sand.

I’m the one who helped you up, taught you how to stand,

Then you spread your wings, flew away, leaving me on land.

Chorus:

Your aqua eyes are so tranquil,

Remind me of the ocean still.

But now I know

But now I know

Its waves are formed of broken dreams

But now I know

But now I know

That heartbreak’s deeper than it seems.

Standing alone at the sea’s edge, if I forget the land at my back, I feel eternity. More so even when on a small boat at sea, no land for miles around, just the sky, the sea and me. Lost in the shades of blue…

I wonder if that is from whence the term, ’I’m feeling blue” arose. Some sad soul staring at the sky and sea – or lost at sea perhaps. Or sick at sea, heading for shores unknown, or an insecure future – was this soul the origin of the color-emotion association? Did he mean, I feel the vastness of nature and it inspires sadness in me as it forces me to feel my utter insignificance? Or did he feel a cleansing oneness with the blue? His only roof the sky with the sun, moon and stars; beneath his feet the wood between him and the boundless depths of the sea.

When I watch the sun rise, I am full of music. I hear it in the air as if all nature harmoniously greets the light, welcoming back the blue, erasing the heaviness of darkened sea and sky. How can blue be the color of sadness when it inspires absolute and complete joy to the world? The sun has risen. The sky and sea are once again, always and forever blue.

The solitude of an empty sky, an unbounded sea, can reinforce the sadness of a sad man. But, oh, how it can lift a soul to take flight. My eyes rejoice, my heart is happy. Another day has dawned and I have lived to embrace the blue, one more day.

The waters lay quietly, ever sublime,

as the sky creates its magic in a foray of colors,

casting shimmering gold hues,

rippling reds and faint oranges,

on a night filled with nothing but quiet.

Clouds form their serpentine shapes,

wrapped lazily against a nightscape soon to be misting shadows.

Therein lies the sadness.

It never lasts.

It seems I have miscounted my steps

Yet, I tread water, sky and earth

Still, unable to find the road back home

But why is it that I continue to walk?

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The Sky falls to meet the Sea

Abscence causes the other's pain

Yet here I am, let be.

Both frolick as the free

A sacred rite for fierce rain.

The Sky falls to meet the Sea.

Dangerous, I wish to flee

For the Wind is not restrained

Yet here I am, let be.

The whipping Sea seems carefree

Despite the storm it calls, arcane.

The Sky falls to meet the Sea.

Dark clouds form, preparing debris

Lightning fills the mundane

Yet here I am, let be.

It disappears behind my eyes

Banished from my own domain.

The Sky falls to meet the Sea

And here I am, let be.

Bodies of water,

Stretching along

The sunset horizon

They are vast,

Reflecting back

The things

We don't want to see

Full of lost hopes,

Crushed dreams

How well the sky and sea

Work together,

To compliment our misery

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Does it ever end

The blue expanse

Stretched across

Oceans and land?

Is there an end

To the gathered seas

Abandoned shorelines

And sandy beach?

Horizons joining

The sky and seas as one

A sort of marrying

Like man of flesh and bone

There is no end

As long as time exists

Our heavy burden

Sorrows and sadness

Just as the sky

Stretches endlessly

The curse and pain

Is mankind’s destiny

Does the sea

Create lands boundary?

Or does land

Hold back the tides and sea?

As with our bodies

Depths of pain a path

Beyond the edge

Contained, yet waves do crash

Upon our faces

When tears breach sandy shores

Of our hearts

The tide pool of our souls

Only beyond

The heavens and the shore

An end to pain

Our souls will finally know

When every tear

We shed is wiped away

By the hand

That first did separate

The firmament

A ceiling ’bove the sea

The expanse

The sky; the heavenlies

Only fleeting

When the sun, she sets

As does our sadness

When we reach our death

There is an end

to both sky and waters

a place where

the blue atmosphere gives way

to void blackness

and

wet refreshing waters

go dry and barren.

It is not

in sky or waters that

sadness comes to stay

but in the barren void beyond

our reach.

The sea and sky, both ever changing blues.

Shades for each kind of sorrow.

Tears falling in a rainbow of hues.

A lonely vastness, of wind and waves.

Rolling over heartbreak and memories.

Crashing into long abandoned graves.

Silent heavens and passive tides,

Sharing a peaceful moment.

Unaware of the comfort it provides.