Poetry: Heart's Stony Shore

The raging ocean calls to me with its intoxicating Siren's tides

I stand upon its sweeping shores as rippling white stallions mock defying eyes

I will not go to that merciless watery tomb to mourn lost love's beautiful lies

And though determined as hope, still the waves won't part

So I can but spectate of their ethereal, reflected art

Of lover's dreams beneath hazy summer's amber, intimate skies

Even if I braze the jagged mountain peeks 'til blistered, broken and lame

Though I plod, unscathed through cackling villains of charring, licking flame

Or choke upon the desert's sand soaked storms and let the grains mould me from within

Drink the seducer's poisoned chalice and die a thousand deaths for every sin

Crawl wrecked and worn through sodden trench and feels the bullets sting

The haunting hubris whisperings on salt sea breezes would ever sing

Someday I must return again to that mystical foreign beach

And wade, water weighted into its cathartic reach

For there is no bridge to traverse this stream to leave my island home; only treacherous rapids dart

So I must swallow its bitter dregs and drown my weakened, wounded heart

To be tossed and torn and then reborn and float at peace and breath once more

Heartbreak freed, I can begin again with a new song and reopened door.