Futile ramblings I.

Futile ramblings

I need to find the words,

But one look at you and they’ve fallen from my lips and dissipated into the air,

I need to tell you,

But talking is futile.

It’s not the time, the place or the scene.

I fall into your eyes, your smile.

How can I not?

I am a mess

But you -the sea- the cool water surrounding my shivering being.

Effortlessly, you help me in ways you couldn’t dream of.

But not just this YOU, the one to whom I am writing,

But all of you.

Every one who has inspired my words, guided my passion, sometimes it would feel my pen wasnt in my own hand.

The shadowed soul, the sea salt kissed sailor, the wolf, alpha and cub. Even the broken knight.

But at this moment, the bard, the muse of constance, of air and water, soothing, cleansing

You inspire me now,

And I wish you could hear my cries in the dark..