Cool sheets against a sun-burn <br />remind you of the place you used to know. <br />Count back to the years you spent <br />lying beneath a horizon window. <br /> <br />Let the wind whisper in your ear, <br />dream of the ocean in the night. <br />The breeze that moves across your skin, <br />is the only lover that felt this right. <br /> <br />Before anguish and sorrow— <br />betrayals and heartbreaks, <br />there was the sea and the sun— <br />the tide and the wakes. <br /> <br />Dive into the breaking wave, <br />feel the power in these veins; <br />it runs like blood sustaining a life <br />—stained with pain. <br /> <br />Remember the game you played <br />when you were just nine, <br />you thought the Ocean <br />was an Eluder of Time. <br /> <br />Safe against the sequin'd shore <br />the last of the lovers have gone. <br />How could you've known <br />—this was the answer all along? <br /> <br />The world took a piece <br />of your every part. <br />Now you want them back <br />and you fine'ly know the place to start. <br /> <br />Sitting on the moonlit sand, <br />the wind envelopes your nakedness <br />the perfect lover it takes you in its arms <br />and carries you across an oceanic bliss.... <br /> <br /> <br />8/2004<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oceanic-bliss/
