Sea Glass

In the ocean of lyrical words and mermaid metaphors, poetic pirates steal the gold that glistens; floating in eloquence, flowing with diamond tears, but within inked skulls and bones names of those that thieve in paper silence~ are etched across sea-glass with searing blood, as trinkets I once wore are tainted, and buried within hermit shores. There, footprints echo and mirror truth of the unseen, rippling with stolen sunsets and salt-soaked swords, while soliloquies of the sky, kiss the marine armor of sapphires… I ponder, what would the sun now sing to the moon? Are we aimless vessels ferrying venom? Are jewels of sincerity, lost within melted memories? Perhaps, from lagoons of lies, we learn~ life beneath the bluest of waves, breathes grotesque rhymes woven in ice-cold green.