S-p-l-a-s-h

     Waves glitter the rock

     like the sun stirs memories of our summer

     Seagulls yearn for the west

     like I fingered over his skin

     Clouds waft across the sky

     like his footsteps faded out

Heartbreak

          The green bottle on the beach

          is full of delusions

          Multicolored soul is wrongly labeled

          and is trapped in vertigo

          White foams pamper the driftwood

          Your airplane is flying toward the twilight