Sea, See | Poem
I saw another like you, hair sand white with light. Not a thousand passing passers-by shine cents of you as bright. For of the plodding people-folk are nothing but bored heads, that if it weren't for sight of you, we'd make them all as dead. But as it were, they saw you there, lighter than your hair, floating so far past us. We looked up enough to care.
What is this? When I was by the ocean (Sea), I saw (See) an angelic woman who reminded me of another celestial woman I know. Each has a kind of infinite innocence which vibrates the heart far beyond lust or love and straight into mourning: to mourn being separate of such beauty. Why write this? Some wants are why enough. Still, when my body tires but my brain still desires, I'll seldom drink a coffee to invigorate some life. The feeling is intensely focused and inspires me with a will to live, but the feeling is only temporary, at best, forty-five minutes. So I write while I can, using that sliver of willingness. I'd taken my seat along the beach front, latte in hand, and I was set on being still and enjoying the breeze, though, to distract up all the pretty folk, I wrote a thing instead. That's why. My favorite quote, "Not a thousand passing passers-by shine cents of you as bright."