Dance of Remembrance

I make twin braids at the front of my hair so that you might use them as reigns to guide me to safety

Where there are sailboats, and sailors

That tip their hats at me

Hauntingly bitter

Desperately sweet

How little we are

And how very significant

Milky ghosts of foam walk upon the sea

I have seen their footprints

Leading me far into the horizon

As the sea meets my feet,

Hordes of horses run towards the shore,

They tire out, eventually,

And fall to Sleep

They never reach

I trace the ribs of the waters

Massaging them to soothe my own

Burning desire

To lie here

Meaningless

Purposeless

Helpless and hopeless

Perhaps it is time, now,

As the sun sets,

To spin in this darkness

Uncontrollably

My limbs are broken

And I am bruised

So why does it matter to me to feel this way?

The aches come and go, still

I am told it is my temperament

My feet cramp often;

It is hard for them,

Remembrance;

Because they remember how it felt

How it feels;

What is this immortality?

That cannot hold the stars

They still burn through my hand

But somehow I like it,

I like how it feels,

How it might feel

To burn

To breathe

Cranes cry out around my head

I rest my severed chest and bleed out into the sea

Here there is touch

And comfort

I am cradled by the waves

It is gentle with me

Perhaps because I am named for the sea

Perhaps because my bones are

Peppered with sand and soil and clay

The salty air parts my lips in soft sighs

As the sea lulls me to sleep,

Coddling the braids that carry your touch

I smile

And close my eyes

Hush...

Hush

~jhinuk