The Lost Girl in Miami *

the prequel to The Moonlight Along the Shorelines story

The Lost Girl in Miami

How it feels to be alive, don’t you get that sometimes? Have you

walked down strange corridors of unknown numbered furnished

wood to glance and feel the hairs above your neck rise? The ocean

Hungry yet glad to be upon its surface invites those doors to open and clutter.

The ocean lost in tangled crust of earth holds many things

I cannot see but bear to obtusely imagine. I wonder

Does it love like me?

Gambling nights and stupor suppers, exotic forest of music and unfamiliar women but-

Does it love like me?

It cannot. It will not.

Mazes in experiences I have never dealt with, my purpose was to…

Another gambling round and I’ve won another again, another round they say,

Or I thought I heard, as the ships anchor launchers overboard in waves of disgust.

Feet on new lands, mysterious to eyes, tongues in different rhythms,

Eyes that have never been open before.

Will I see her, feel her, will I be able to see again?

Lost shadows and bright moons, put the ocean at ease.

Abstracts never seemed so beautiful in a world eyes have never seen.

Palm trees and another journey under a star that never sleeps.

Does it love like me?

Searching for something it could never shine on,

and the moon placing cover on floors that have creaked to loudly.

Maybe I am like them, and instead of searching, hopes she finds me.