Waves
#2 of Poetry
In a decade, so much has changed.
Up
Up
The cliffside I ran, until I was out of breath
That summer when the world was but a little town -
And you, a giant
- Waiting for me by the waves
I could never reach the mountain's peak -
I was never strong,
Though my legs could walk for aeons,
No wind would join to help with the heavy lifting
- Yet I climbed quite far
And almost touched the sky
Almost
Up
Up
Yet down below,
I could hear the waves as they ground the world to glass and stardust
And I could see
You
As you towered over the ocean -
Not a prince, like the charmed ones from the childhood tales,
But more
- A king, who by
Royal decree
Had commanded the heavens to part
Up
Up
The clouds went ever onwards
And though I ran alone
You watched
Waited -
Withered
- For me to touch -
The stars I could not ever reach,
- The skies, though you gave them to me
I could not see for the sun that blinded
And burnt my aeons to ash
Up
Up
I fell until the waves came rolling with me
In pieces
I never knew them to be so cool
Yet even now -
A decade past
- I see the sky
Down here where the dawn could never reach me
You're gone
Though your shadow still towers
And on your fingertips
I sometimes sleep
Here
Amongst the denizens of the deep
Downtrodden -
Drowned
- In these hallowed ruins of a cliffside
Now dust amongst the stars