Come sit and watch it drown.
Open mouth, eyes shut tight.
Feel the glow, inhale the tide.
The sun is settling down.
My thoughts roam away.
The ocean brews foam.
I am water. If you were made of stone
I would carve my way
Right to your heart
Through the smoothness
Of your cold skin.
A soothing waft of wind,
Goosebumps all over my back.
I track with my gaze
The horizon of tomorrow.
Lean on my shoulder.
As it's getting colder,
We're getting older.
Another worn-out remark.
Come sit with me.
There's no ocean below,
But the sky glows pastel pink,
And the street light burns
Birch leaf gold.
About the Creator
Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
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Comments (8)
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Wonderful. I’ve missed reading your pieces Andrei! 😊👏
Gosh this was so breathtaking and mesmerising! Loved your poem!
Though the ocean is not below, it's still a very romantic scene washing over two souls growing old together.
Very pretty poem. It's easy to read.
That initial image of closed eyes and an open mouth…What a way to begin. And watching it unfurl, that ocean metaphor is sublime, particularly in its carving of the metaphorical stone and getting goosebumps…Like, water with goosebumps? That is hella beautiful. Ocean foam indeed. Then the return to the ordinary at the end is like a breath of sweetness. Omg, Andrei. 🤯
There's a lovely transition here from the romanticism of the semi exotic to the romanticism of the ordinary.
lovely