Fire and Water

April 1996

I've come here again with the intentions
that have made my life run right out of me
and bleed into the deep sea beneath me.
I've come to this place fully aware
of the glowing embers that are the reminder
of fumbled words and fumbled dreams.
The driving force of desire consumes,
in a bright blaze, all senses tonight,
leaving such burns that scar so deeply.
The sting of cool water on the skin
that is crying out for once more
holds my attention in absolute seduction.
My hands reach out to caress the flame
of the memory and the time that's passed,
for one more blaze and burning ecstasy.
The ocean has been flowing up to meet me
with the visions of fantasies and worlds
where all of my dreams came true.
Do I stand alone or do I look up and find
you waiting for this wish to come true?
Do you burn alone at night, still?
Does the ocean stir anything in you?
Memories, images, and dreams as the
moonlight reflects on waves, perhaps?
But alone, tonight, I am tempted to go
back down the trail to the starry field
where I don't have to wait on your silence.