The storm

It's been quiet here....at my favorite place. My toes buried deep within the sand

accepting the forgotten comfort of a high tide. The air is thin and silent...drier

than it should be...a pale comparison to its predicessor which inhabited this

majestic place not so very long ago. 

I come here often , searching... hoping... willing the events to unfold.

I rest patiently apon the shoreline day after day urning for a preview to what 

might come. 

I've only wittnessed it's wonders a handful of times, but each is etched

in my memory like a diamond taking to glass.Never to be erased, never to be

forgotten. I,...merely a spectator look apon what would be my theatre and 

marvel as it begins...My eyes closed, memories come to form...

An explosion ensue's  complimented by glorious veins of heavens lights.

The skies become flourescent with brilliant cracks in the floor of heaven-

Revealing marbeled textures...the gifted work of a craftsman. The electricity

begins  to move within me...surging with every strike of Titans bolts. Slow at

first then quickening with the storm in perfect harmony.

An invisible wave of force commands respect, swaying my existence

to the course sand below as it paints my very being with the essence of the sea

and all that it offers . Drenched and rejouvinated i  remain firm of my decision

to weather the storm.

The world ahead climbs higher and higher...first ten feet and then

thirty...no end is in site. The water stands apon itself as if being forced up 

from the bottom with intent to consume the skies. Such walls, such mass,such

fearoscity could not be imagined as the water touched the soil in a violent 

coruption of wet and dry redefining the shoreline with every wave.

I, as a man , stood my ground expecting the worst  while hoping

 for the best while ...I, as a boy,eagerly waited for more chasing tears back with

 excitment. This is what i came here for,.......the perfect storm.

My memories drift as reality begins to take over. Now i'm back,

toes deep within the sand,the wind dry and unforgiving. To look at this place

now, one would never guess that this is my favorite. They'd never be able

to imagine the beauties or the horrors which occured here. They'd never 

understand why i always come back.

You see, something's missing. Some element of mystic or wonder.

Something powerful and perfect has left this place. It's strength is measured

in it's ability to consume the elements and hyptonize my senses.Without it,

 i fear this place will never be the same. Never release me, never define me.

Though i've tried, no replacement can be conjoured, no substitute

is of caliber. No one thing can compare. My thoughts corrupt, my opinions 

governed,.......i'm left in your wake. 

For all things captured and all things ventured , none seem to 

compare to what i've discovered in you. You are my  perfect storm,...so

brilliant in your entrance,....so clumsy in your exit. The greatest show ever

known.

I remain here still,...searching.....hoping....willing  the events to 

unfold. It's been so quiet here, in this perfect place. Will you ever return?

Author's Note

Love was lost to me at this moment. Through chaos,i managed to script my thoughts.

Reviews

[Constance-Outspoken]

Technical advice: First paragraph- Dryer should be drier. Ellipses throughout are fine, but should not be longer than three spaces. A few spelling issues... you may want to run this through spell-check
Favorite line: "For all things captured and all things ventured , none seem to
compare to what i've discovered in you. You are my perfect storm,...so
brilliant in your entrance,....so clumsy in your exit. The greatest show ever
known." I've known people who have left me feeling that way. You described it flawlessly here.
Overall, a sense of what you long and hope for and what you've seen lies between your words and I can see it, feel it. An enjoyable read.

[gfm]

very abstract and deep :)