Seascapes rise before our eyes
Stretching on for miles
Footsteps blessing pearl white sands
Atop these ancient isles
Sunshine in magnificence
Against clandestine skies
Windswept sounds of innocence
That could be seagull’s cries

Fathoms deep in oceans dark
Conceal it’s mystery
As we stroll her hands entwined
So frivolous and free
I carry her along
Like ocean breezes kiss her skin
With heaven’s countenance
The only witness
To this sin

Her beauty is an artist’ dream
To worship and adore
Creating pictured moments
On a perfect canvas shore
This silent beach I’ve known
A trusted friend
For many years
And painted many lovers
With the essence
Of their tears

A secret place
To feel and taste
The colors of the sea
To be in love and rise above
The tides of normalcy
My hand on hers so happy
In this image I’ve conceived
Until I saw a vision
On the shore
Beyond belief

In seconds split
This vision slit
The memory from my sight
A loss for words
Like fleeing birds
Fly steadfast into white
The sands that kissed the sea
Caressing rhythms by and by
Revealed to me a pair of feet
That looked a feast for flies

Perfect in complexion
With no trace of ocean water
No mischief there as I recall
No signs of stain or slaughter
A tattoo on her ankle
And some sand between her toes
Some bright red nail polish
Glistens like an
Effervescent rose

Stabbing at my memory
And then piercing to my soul
A cutting recollection
That this image did unfold
In vague familiarity
Like messages unread
Some little voice
Inside my mind
Or something she once said

Then suddenly to my surprise
I found myself alone
Gazing at this mystery
Encased in flesh and bone
The lover of my dreams was gone
And nowhere to be found
Except for gentle lapping waves
There was no other sound

The sun set fast
Beyond the sea
And slowly turned the tide
And foaming with contempt
Revealed the dread
I felt inside
The brilliant ice-blue dahlia skies
Now splashed with clouds of red
A vortex for my memory
And a tempest in my head

Something in the sun’s decay
Had set my mind a miss
The image of a woman’s face
A solemn stolen kiss
Still gazing at the rose tattoo
As it began to bleed
A pair of severed hands appeared
Next to the mystery feet

And several steps away I saw
A dress with stains and lace
Then a body
Arms and legs
And last of all her face
For as I viewed this horror
In the bloodied pearl white sand
I noticed there was something
Glistening in my trembling hand

And with this revelation
Solved the mystery of the feet
It seems my brain was out to sea
Inside this summer’s heat
The feet that held the rose tattoo
Did not just wash ashore
The feast for flies
Was meant a meal
Upon the oceans floor

Created as an image
For a scrapbook in my mind
Psychotic disposition
Or artistically inclined
Prepared with care
This secret shared
For sharks in fathoms deep
Her lips will tell no tales
Sinking toward eternal sleep

But tell her tale I must endeavor
As if under a spell
This message in a bottle
That is surely bound for hell
Sent aloft with Godspeed
Flying from my dirty hands
After throwing out to sea
What’s splattered on these sands

Out beyond the lines of sight
A light house bell does ring
Calling me to follow
Far beyond this dreadful thing
I’ll swim out towards horizons
Where the sun is swallowed whole
Then sink beneath the ocean waves
And rest my tortured soul

Confessions sealed
In bottles blue
Will not bring back the dead
Explain in vain the hurt and pain
Between what’s thought and read
As beauty is illusion
That is processed in the brain
The line is fine which cuts between
The artist and insane

TM DiSarro

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