1st

The Boat

The Sea

The Land

Which of these three will let us meet once more?

Will it be on a faraway land hidden from sight?

Or on lions head we can shake hands with a tablecloth over our heads.

Will it be on a sunny day with palms in the sky.

Or a star filled sky? 

Will it be on high seas with only the waves to keep us?

 

2nd

A fog lies in my head and fills my chest with smog

It pleads for me to run as sit on tin can in the sky.

My limbs tell we aren't meant for the skies.

The Boat, The Sea, The Land

Are where I need to be.

The sky is a boundary that I seek not to break.

The sky

The Wind are for those who rush forward,

Not for those who lie with their feet in the sand.

While I don't seek the sky - I reach for the rain

My feet dug into the dirt and my face to the clouds.

The sky is for those who seek sunrises and sunsets.

Whose world is viewed as future blues and sunlight.

While I long for misted cloudy daylight and spring rain.

Rain that's traveled leagues

The scent of the land released with every drop.

Rain has seen time pass and returned.

The air is peppered with salt and heat

The rain its tears.

 

3rd

There's rain in my blood 

Ocean tides in my chest.

My hair ain't wind spun silk

But finger tangled sunburnt curls.

My skin warmed by a forgotten sun

Leeched by moonlight and snow.

Cheeks and eyes marking as alien.

Unknown. 

Unknown compared to those around.

Unaligned to the world.

Narrow daggered eyes leading to mocking voices

Of those meant to defend.

Stuffed cheeks and shark locked jaws

There's dirt in my blood

Ocean tides in my stomach.

There's an ache in my throat 

A scream in my heart.

Anger in my mind and melancholy in my eyes.

There are shadows under my lids

There's red streaked along my cheeks.

It's the life breathed in me.

Visable for all to see.

For I am the sea, the boat, the land in one.