When the human essence is stirred
deep in that place untamed,
a delicacy is borne from nature
and a million lunar diamonds
dance across the ocean
displaying holograms of hope
and gentle gems of a future.

We sailed the swells of intensity
sharing our journey we traversed the unknown,
but our vessel was fragile.
Inexperienced to deal with high winds
or ever changing currents
crashing against our vulnerabilities,
we struggled to keep the dream afloat.

Your face a distant mirage
as I drift away into the night;
mercilessly it crept up in silence
wrapping a cloak of shadows
around my being;
and you will never know
what it is like to be cast off as driftwood.

Exhausted and alone once more,
the salt I taste against my lips
is not the sea but my tears.
Hues of dawn stretch across the shore
I am bathed in a familiar reality
that we were always oceans apart.

[ I wrote this last year when I realized my best friend - the person I considered my soul mate, turned her back on me. ]