Waves

The wave came tumbling to lick my feet and then ran away from me, as you did.
The wave was hurrying to get back and maybe hunt for shells. You – I don’t know what you were looking for. Maybe a new lighthouse to enjoy the sea from its top.

Waves are thieves; they steal the sand from the shore, much as you stole my heart.
I made a mound in the sand, I wanted to build a castle for you and me but I just built a mound of sand. In it I shaped your face with a hand wet by salty tears and ocean water.

A whitecap came tumbling and took your face and left me singing into an empty shell, looking at the waves, the starry night and feeling the stormy wind.

Storms never last, light follows darkness and a gentle wind follows the raging tempest.
Beyond the clouds the sun shines and life fills with peace after the hurricane.

Anna Maria

Your thorny lack of love

I want to carry you from the valley to the peak of the mountain and show you what lies in that valley.
Buried under the trees and the waters of the stream the shards of my heart can be found.
You broke it, you with your thorny lack of love, your tender make believe smile.

For you I wanted to wake up the sun and hug the moon.
For you I wanted a blue noonday, cool and luminous, to offer you a place of slumber guarded by my love.

When you left you took such a big part off me that you took me apart. Ashes were left, ashes of loss being held in my body, in my cells, in my spirit.

Gone are the tender words whispered in semi sleep.
I was, I existed to hear your voice, to feel your hands.

I do not fondle my weakness, it is inside me, it is just love.

Anna Maria

Dancing for you

When life is sad I dance. The drums and string instruments quiet my spirit and give wings to my feet, thunder and lightening.

When the beat is strong I immerse myself in it and do not think of you.
The dancing heals my wounds; I dance to heal my wounds but would like to dance for you who caused them.

Dancing into fountains of light I pretend I dance for you. Sway and sway again, wantonly desiring I dance for your shadow.

I dance through time and feelings. You beat to a rhythm that isn’t mine.
Peace is achieved through the song and dance; I can dance out my feelings.

As in the words of Leonard Cohen: “…..dance me to the end of love”

Anna Maria

Anna dances

With her manacles unclasped Anna dances her soaring pain away.
Anna dances and the cuts in her soul begin to heal.

To the beat of the drums and in bare feet she lets the pain flow to the rhythm. The stomping of her feet stomps the pain.
Anna dances and the rainbow appears in the sky.

The drums and marimbas sound together and Anna dances his holding hands that are no more. She stomps her feet in rage and dance.

He will be exorcised, banned from her soul by music and dancing.

Anna Maria

To Silver Wind who likes the sea

What am I doing in Cherbourg? I am alone and there is no hope of forgetting you, even here, in this magic place.

It is night time now. The ocean throbs its waves into the tide, and the waves try to cling to the shore.
As I tried to cling to your love, to no avail.

The sea surges and roars and the wind calls your name.
I crave your hands, your face, and your kisses. I hunger for you as the crests of the waves hunger their return to high seas.

Like the sea, you swallowed everything in me. You took my soul and gave it up, wounded, like the waves tear the sand from the shore in a rustling of salt.

I feel your presence in an errand wave and the wind chills my heart.

Anna Maria

Starlight and dewdrops

I wanted to give you starlight and dewdrops straight from my heart, where you became a beam of light.

I thought I fell in love with you, but no, I fell through your love and nothing could stop the fall. Your hands were not there to hold me.

I was the wind and you were the fire. Your smile brought warmth to my heart and your love ignited the fire in my soul.

The wind dries the land after being soaked by pouring rain and helps carry the clouds of sorrow away.
Maybe my wind blew the clouds too far away. Maybe you felt the chill when the wind blew by you.

My hands are still enshrined where I held your face while kissing you.
I weep and I sing. You are a sweet thought.

Anna Maria

The sea

I am looking at the sea, remembering that bit of sea I could see from your window.
This is a different sea, calm, blue, crystal clear. The calm sea of Cyprus.

Your tiny bit of sea was raging with high waves breaking near the path.
Like your soul, the sea was getting angry without knowing at what. There was no reason, but souls and seas do not understand reasons. They just rage or stay calm.

The beach is empty, I am alone, sitting in the sand and looking at the sea. It is cold, not only outside. I feel the cold inside. I feel cold because your arms are not around me. They will not be around me anymore. I lost you.

Like a wave you came and like that same wave you left.

Anna Maria