Ocean

The waves were monstrous
I could barely hear her cry,
But she did.

The world erupted into violent nights
That lit the edges of the world
Into contrasts of pleasure and pain.

We moved forward because we have to.
The street's weary nomads made pleasantries,
And the sky, the sky, always blue,
Because here the world was never cold
And our skin glistened in new light.

Then the waves swallowed her
As I stood dismayed by the altered light.

The sidewalks and streets screamed obscenities
Our ears ached to hear.
Forward always forward.
She was gone and the panic never surfaced.
She was swept away in silent reverie.

The waves were still angry
They made a noise that drowned all thought
And  trembled every inch of me,
All my life I had never known loud.

The sky carried on in its delight
Dark then light then darker still
As the streets and sidewalks led us nowhere.

I screamed with no voice 
Because we had left her out there
To drift into endless death,
And the waves still deafening,
Impossibly loud,
Though they were now miles away.
Pounding, screaming,
She is lost so far away!
Then whispers in my ear.
“The ocean is gone, I have carried it away,
The noise that bleeds your ears
Is the pounding of your heart.”

I fell to the sky then, embracing the light.
And floated toward the silence, until
The horizon called me back.
I cried for her to follow,
But already she was gone.
Swallowed whole.