By the Seaside

Thanks for today’s word prompts goes to –
_{Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge #453 – Beckoning – Love – Padded
FOWC with Fandango — Virtuous
Your Daily Word Prompt— Reconcile
Ragtag Daily Prompt— Compact
Word of the Day Challenge— Sublime}

By the Seaside

My virtuous sailor is lost to the sea
Still his love is beckoning me
Sublime as the stars in a sapphire sky
Or a cosmic wave, roaring by.

My heart is padded against the sorrow
Aching only for tomorrow
It can’t reconcile with the past
When the memories are borrowed.

I can’t remember.
And I can’t look back.
The parallels are too compact
To see the truth of who we were
Beyond the veil is only a blur
And the odds are forever stacked.

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This poem was inspired by some recurring ‘memories’ I’ve had, which I know cannot be my own, though they feel oddly personal. The words above are meant to reflect those ‘memories’ and the intense emotions associated with them. This is the slightly fragmented ‘memory’ – A woman, walks alone on a deserted beach. She is in the depths of despair, staring unseeingly at a stormy ocean. I feel she may have lost her lover at sea. I can feel her heart-break, and always have such a strong ‘memory’ of the sharp, salty smell of the ocean air and seashells… there’s always seashells and wet sand. It’s quite a unique and pungent scent, really. But, I can’t recall ever having smelled it in my life.

I know it might sound a little kooky, but I’m an open-minded person. I believe in the unbelievable, because I know that I know nothing. It’s actually quite comforting; in my ignorance, I’m able to simply sit back and let myself travel whichever path I please. This has been an interesting one…

Have you ever felt like you may have lived a past life? Do you believe in reincarnation?