Katsushika Hokusai, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, circa 1832

your love ~ my muse your voice ~ my prose             s l i                 p                      s and sails in the sky ~ stroking the silhouette of snow-kissed mountains, mirroring memories of moon-flames seized like picturesque Polaroids of a spirit that stands still & firm held by the archived songs of seaweed sentiments where mists of thoughts                 tiptoe             t r a i l i n g the skin and scales of serpentine w a v e s                         c l a w i n g through the throat of nothingness pressed in the frozen salt of silence ~ mujo’s murmur bathed in lucid blues, like air of angst, clouds of t e                  a                     r s if only the wind could grasp the water-weed wilderness ebbing and flowing within this mind ~ for the heart is a chaotic odyssey ferrying footprints in distress allowing the currents to be the sailor beckoning and betraying the seekers in search of briny bliss w e a v i n g wishes reweaving desires ~ never settling ~ wicked, yet carved with starry reveries pushing and pulling valves of the ocean held in the cradle of endless hope... but beneath the c r                             a                           s h i n g crystals & cacophonous crests, floats fragility ~ anchored in healing, drifting in hurt ~ an ephemeral effervescence an inescapable embrace breathing and b r e a t h l e s s unmoved by the tempests of time… as the sky recalls the taste of tides and the tide feels the pulse of the sky ~ resilient & relentless amidst the restless rhymes phantom phrases and the clamorous cadence of delicate life…