The Rememberings

Our hearts yearn for a reckoning,
Upon an ocean’s beckoning.

The deep, alas, the salty blue.
The foamy white, where it accrues.

I’ve struggled trying to engage,
This union as it came of age.

I was afar, though still quite here,
Where the clouds just now do clear.

Where the storms of next approach,
With we and these our holy ghosts.

Do flavors of our ending war,
Portend a season yet in store?

Did that war find ends in peace,
To conspire, to release?

What is a partner, what’s a friend,
That I’ll never see again?

But in spirit, but in form.
But in strange that is now norm.

These constants roll ‘til certain crash.
As have we, but that is past.

This blue now finds us differently.
Though it held us consistently.

In the end, this thing of ours,
That was here, and too afar,

Was always meant to come back.
Feet in sand, with bottoms black.

The salty blue on warmer skins.
Beneath the crash where it begins.

Another trip, another voyage.
Finding new within the spoilage.

I didn’t think that this would be,
What would become of you and me.

But it seems right, it feels true,
This fall into the salty blue.