The roaring sea was once my mistress called

when I could see horizons solely from

within these callous confines. Listless, walled.

Perspective proves how peace from prison comes.

The sea demands no tribute but my gaze.

It washes corridors of thoughts like rivers,

leaves the channels open. Water does not raze

stone walls, cause the passion fire to shiver.

But water is not breath, nor air the dew

that lights upon my troubled brow.

And when your voice can summon up anew

the roiling sea to crash to sink my prow

Should the sea retract and land be near

No sailor I, what need have I to fear?

how can one day mean so much

i’ve been looking at my phone every second, feeling phantom buzzes

i slept well, just knowing I could not be with you, even in our way

does that mean I shouldn’t or should

But when I woke, I wanted it again

The simple touch-not-touch that we allow

And now with so much work ahead

I wonder what to do with all the choices, all at once

And the world wants me to stay

And the world will punish me if I go

Maybe the world won’t be able to find me

I am so good at hiding

but if I leave for the mediterranean, for real or fantasy

could you come along, and how long would you stay

Sonnet for the Mediterranean

A single day the centuries envy now

when phantom messages the seconds all assert

untroubled sleep this distance will allow

but still of soul should not imply inert

For when I woke, the wonder worked anew

unearthly want of games and treasured time

to gild the night and gird the morning dew

and reason bolster stronger than a rhyme

Clandestine trysts do not distress a heart

which hides in barricades against assault.

Such worldly care may seek to rend apart

but in this armor fails to find a fault.

If such a heart as mine has met its mate

then dooméd heart, submit to fickle fate.