By bp
Date: 2001 Nov 10
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The Blue Water's Edge

In this quiet time of night, I lie alone and prey to the  bitter pain of joy's absence. Lost in my mind's shallow thoughts, the sharp fragments of happy memories since shattered prick at the sensitive fringes of my sleep.

Sleep: Nuture's sanctuary

    A quiet haven, an island set apart from
    the daily consciousness of life where my
    thoughts may atlast run free.

    An island with white sandy shores as
    far as the eye can see. Blemished only by
    my solitary figure walking the blue water's
    edge.

    And the forests of my paradise, their deep
    green density gives substance to my world.
    Often I stop to ponder their far reaching
    greenness.

    The warm subtle breeze carrying the fragrance
    of this foliage across my face, fills my
    nostrils with the pleasures of nature.

    And occasionally a gull overhead, drifting
    unchallenged on the soft warm currents of
    the azure, as free in his world as I in mine;
    lends companionship.

    All of the sudden, in the beat of a heart,
    from no where a large black cloud appears to
    smother the sun's warm light, turning the blue
    sky and green foliage black, and the white sand
    that I once walked upon a cold gray.

    And just ahead of me lying there in death's
    humilation, my winged companion; soaked and
    scorned at the dark water's edge.

I awaken:

This cold room and bed, the greatest part of my conscious
moment, and the sound of a distant train bell mocking the
distruction of my comfort; its havoc upon my sleep done, it now moves on. Saddened I once again wade thru the shallow boggs of my loneliness, and the pains of memories of love and life I'd wasted return.
This painful sleepless night, a most cruel retribution for my past. So firmly entrenched it seems I may never return to my paradise; yet remain in this cold room to suffer the long night's tortures.

Returning:

    The warm sunlight,  and gentle caress of the
    water's pulse upon the white sand.

    And overhead my pure white friend again
    drifts on the warm currents of air, heralding
    not my return but praising my presence....

    ...for my presence alone, gives life to
    this warm yet oh so precariously balanced
    paradise.

    The white beach with its warm sand leads me
    on my journey to the morning, as I walk
    the blue water's edge.