I sit here to write this memoir

I sit here to write this memoir, 

 While rain chills my veins, my eyes cast across the ocean’s length. What adventures await in that mist of unknown, or tragedies blot its horizon. 

 What treasures shall I dig up with you, what sights I see whilst we stand hand and hand in a weathered stand. At the gates stands death and your there with me I see. The ocean my heart, and things my memories. 

 I’ve come to another realization you see, that while I’m lost upon a raft in this empty sea there is something more that I can be. A love, a seat… I take it to meet. The sun rises to touch my skin, the wind your breath, so gentle and lovin. 

 Oh, how I’m confused, how I whimper till my head turns blue, and my lips split in two. Your heat… a magnificent warmth to the cold that wanders like death mist from his door AND I SCREAM what heavens could hear me. 

 And you watch. Your warmth providing a washing hug that drives away the prickling skin left unkept, oh how I wish to drown this realization I see. 

 You have hurt me, your touch too warm, sometimes I can’t see right from wrong. And yet, I forgive you, for I’ve learned this thing, “look not badly on the things that later will be your saving grace” and so I SCREAM a word, a phrase, a murmured pray, you name I say. 

 I am lost on a raft while I watch from cliff side, the rain falls, and I cry. You’re the thing that keeps me afloat… my definition of why, love, life, my hope.