January Sea
beyond the beach
where electric currents fail to reach
sands of time rise high
on waves depicting you and I.
we carry the beat of a different sound.
your face
one of innocence
your wistful smile the bow
to break right through my hurting surface
intrepidly imperfect
re-adding color and purpose
making sense of
the mono-chromatic prism of my heart to which
I am forever bound
imprisoned
encased in ice.
lost at sea
through jagged cliffs you safely
guide me back to shore
back home
back to life.
Copyright © Philip Bjorkman | Year Posted 2022
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