Catastrophically it always ensues...that craving for her
Like when the night’s late and you’re starving for sleep but bright is the light that stretches through your eyelids
I told her once...you better keep on eye on me
I will come at you like a raging sea
But believe, the right angled breeze, even from a butterflies wing can crush the very crash of me
Rough this sea can be, tame it’s not, lame it’s much-at times-it claims the walls that hide her with surges accidental
Yes, you’ll have to keep an eye on me
And closely it seems, to see the lack of need in rebuilding
Me...catastrophe
The name given by-she-sometimes looks at me and feels the sorrows-I must be-tumbling, painfully...if you ask me banefully believing that my crazy tides disguise sands that I hide
No...not my sands do I hide with tides from her
These sands I want held in her hands
As hard as that may be
For my crashing waves can spread the wings of the one’s that flee
Without clinched hands pouring through her fingers they will be
Oh...how she loves to sit by her sea
But needs clean streams to submerge her emotion
Those slippery rocks bother not her feet
Meet her calm need and maybe, she’ll make it back to see
That untamed...builder of its own shame
But if she would...could
See this sea
This real sea though
This real me though
Then she’d really know, those streams she needs to fill her needs
Are the same streams flowing life into me
Push past the mud and rocks, where docks are full of boats with nets and knots
And you’ll find the end where it begins
Where all those streaming veins reunirse into the sea
Into the heart part of me
Where I ripple and crash and I’m salty, I’m sorry
It always made her eyes cry
And my depths she’s scared to swim at times
For it’s difficult to see it’s still me underneath
As hard as the taming of me may seem
I need her just to move
You see...she’s my breeze
You know the one that gets knocked to her knees and then blows up storms that topple the strongest of trees
That’s her...my Jolene
I can not move apart from her mood
Trees may fall and waves get tall
And we could, together end it all, but see...
My Jolene...
She’s the only breeze that can calm and tame
This sea that is me
William Brandon Mulkey