The calm wind gently runs her hands behind me,
as the golden curls of the late afternoon sun flair endless over the youthful, cloudless blue sky.
Slowly, her lips begin to touch my bare, tan, curved-thick skin bathing me in her warm, clear breath as a silently run along side the emerald blue salt waters.
My feet soak themselves in the small, wet rough beige grains, leaving behind darken shadow-like footprints.
Those emerald blue waves constantly breathing in and out, beckoning me, as if to say, “It’s simple really.”
My heart begins to beat like my fists that once hit the smooth surface of his face as I make my way into the cold waters –Calypso’s deadly gaze.
My arms and legs kick with the wrath of the tiger burning bright within, but they are powerless against Poseidon’s voice as he yells, cursing me with waves, throwing me off his body, leaving me motionless and blind, slowly fading into the depths of darkness.
While the salty droplets hold me, tying a thick, dark green noose around me. What I remembered for what seemed like eternity, I would soon forget. My own fearful secret still ended with me.
My ears awake to the sound of lustrous black and white ivory keys, as copper-brown fingernails begin to glide themselves slowly to the tune of “Have to Drive” by Amanda Palmer.
The invisible smoke-like wisps of tangerines and green apples tap the tips of my nostrils.
Round, wet, stinging droplets form as I try to open my eyes so I submit, forced to indulge in darkness once more.
While the voice and the ivory black and white keys intertwine like a painter mixing colors of a melancholy melody singing:
We had to die
It’s only natural Jason
We died that night
We suffered lonesomeness most of all
You feel so powerless and small
When love turned into fear,
and the flames of rage burned and buried us in the rain of blame
Sail on, in pain, the starlight silver cup is yours to gain.
Watch for the waves not the winds.
Use the night stars, your Bellatrix , her beam of light though fragile at times, hold her like candle light.
See her as the true wind, she who gave you the rusted black copper key to unlock and understand,
the empty space between you and your sea tyrant friends,
the golden shard of glass stuck in her eye, while a green shard stayed in her heart.
Oh, Sweet Boy of ours!
What you did to Cal was wrong.
You tore the palms of your bare hands tying rough ridge surfaces of tan thick rope into knots.
We died to save you, don’t drown yourself away!
You grieve for us because you were meant to stay.
Learn to forgive, only then can you trust yourself again.
Slowly the voices and notes fade into silence as I feel the sharp, ridged-edge surface of the apricot pit and the mix of my salty dark red liquid.
While the warm tinder beats within me, untying my knots opening my once cold and darkened chamber.
And in a whisper the voice I longed to hear again after all those years sang softly, you are our sun, and we are your binary stars,you sail the world, and we sail the sky—never alone or apart.
I awake to the sound of the calming breaths of the waves.
The cool lips of the wind stroking her fingers gently through my thick blades of hair as I find myself embraced in the arms of the thick and endless mounds of rough beige grains.
My eyes applaud as darkness shows off her black gown with glittering white specs, blowing a seabird as a kiss gently soaring down beside me.
Her clear, marble glass black eyes glowing by the light of the stars,
reflecting the image of both pain and beauty,
a writer, a changed man—walking forward on his starboard sea.