The Curse

So I ask

Dear poet

What draws you to the sea?

When waves fervently kiss the wind

Do you hear colliding poetry?

All those words your fingers caressed

With hopes that your soul

Would reach out

And leak onto the world

You left in the night

To dive into

 the unknown light

How many before

And so many after

Have done the same?

So I ask

Though I think I know

It draws me too…

Perhaps in the same way

as it does you

why do I want to understand?

So that fate

doesn't grab and pull my hand?

When the dusk dips

And the night swirls

Into a sad melody

That stirs the syllables

Within my heart

And no metaphor can be

Rocked slow to sleep.

All stars start shooting

And the mad midnight

Begins brewing

There’s nothing still

To hold

No calm to float on

So I ask:

Did you feel the curses

Of crashing verses?

Did you sleepwalk in slippers

only to awaken, 

to your own cries,

so shaken

out of the depths of a nightmare

to a place

Where boldness meets fear?

Is there a map

That will take me far away from there?

To where I may overcome 

that overwhelming intensity?