the sea, the perfect sea
to work my stones of pain
to sand
to golden, shifting sand
which binds the mountains
to the deep.
i saw it in a vision.

clinging to the brittle
edge of eden
and melt in lurid skies
of fire
that mythic road to monterey
i’m staring
down at last
since my life became my own…

the scented breath of heaven
from the valleys
draws lovestruck pilgrims
like me.
those of us who look for love
confused true love
for you
and i married you, not her

this poem first appeared on my MySpace blog, Full Mental Jacket, on 5/12/2006

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