200 Days

I once stood on a withered wharf,
and told the singing tides a tale.
I promised them that I'd always try,
and I'd never stop, though at times I'd fail.

I whispered to the crimson moon,
that my name will be in starlight soon.

I also told embracing clouds,
that I would not fit in with crowds.
And the wind agreed,
and brushed my hair.
and the sand it moved,
between my feet.

When sun it shone,
and kissed my skin,
I pointed to my lonely throne,
sturdy in my kingdom of sin.

I yelled towards an empty sky,
for my soul to hold another's heart.
I asked as well,
If loving your self,
was easier when in love you fell.

But as I lay,
with my last thought-
I slept with love, and all it brought;
When I fell in love with tedious days,
When I fell in love with an empty bed,
Full head.
When I fell in love singing blues,
when I fell in love in my dancing shoes.
Gardenia nights,
Turkish delights.

When I fell in love with a stormy vacation.
When I fell in love with random elation.

How I fell in love with nights on the wharf,
with promises made,
and all that fulfilled them.

Then I fell in love with death itself,
with everything that ended days.
I fell in love with living life -
my thoughts becoming crashing waves.