time: foaming, writhing

time just gets away from us.

the waves age indifferently.

they have seen the world

and still have pains in the night.

lovers have come and gone

and returned and passed away

like a whistle in a canyon wind.

they foam and writhe,

and through all this heartbreak,

i'm wrinkling in the sun and salt.

i'm darkening and 70 is just a kiss away.

the night is a pious lover.

i want to sleep with the waves,

make love with the tide

and fall asleep not knowing its name.

it's just a breath in a bottle,

whispering:

“it all ends tonight.”

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Somebody is channeling the soul of a man who passed on years ago, but lived to be a ripe old age. Nice work, Cole.

[Emily B]

gorgeous, and I might say that you write beyond your years . . .