Oceanic edges

The saltkissed breeze caressed her skin,
stark contrast to the stale city air.
She stood close at the cliff,
the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out,
a mesmerizing dance of blue and green,
and the rhythm of the waves, a lullaby
washed away the urban shouts.

In her mind, she was a child again,
building castles of sand, chasing seagulls,
and collecting shells.
The ocean, her sanctuary, her escape,
and now, it was a distant dream,
a memory locked away in a treasure chest.

He, a creature of the land,
could not comprehend the pull of the sea.
To him, it was just water,
vast and indifferent.

He offered her a compromise,
a nearby lake, a mere puddle
compared to the ocean’s grandeur.

She looked at him,
her eyes filled with a profound sadness.
He saw the longing,
the yearning for something
he could never truly understand.

The ocean is not just a body of water,
she tried to spell,
it is a part of me,
a piece of my soul, she said.

And so, they stood on the edge of the world,
divided by the vastness of their understanding.

That’s okay kid

to Bill Evans

That’s okay kid;
it used to be Bill Evans

the old days,
Bill Evans still it is,
turn the radio on
find the goodies
and you will hear
the piano butterfly
all the way to your heart.

That’s okay kid;
don’t need to turn
the volume on,
this is not rock ^ roll,
just let the ripples
travel you all the way
to your soul,
make peace with a piece in C major.
That’s okay kid; it’s me.