he dreamed of the sea

after years
like waves
after waves
the monotony
became seamless
in waves
after years
in years
after waves
thoughts repeating thoughts
conjured years before
like waves
indifferent
insignificant
except to time
sneering
if anything at all
ideas enmeshed
in sand
too many
too much
to know the difference
over time
the ones who ever cared
like the sand
in time
in the wind
was it you
was it her
was it me
in time
perspective became lost
with fault
with blame
as the sun
to the west horizon
love
like a cloud
over water
passing
over time
harder to define
not like hate
the whole wide world
beyond definition
and so retire
to the sea
to watch the waves
after waves
over time
but not really
more like retire
to fall asleep
reading books
to mark time
to bide days
until none remain
until only echoes
of fruitless words
like waste
remain
until friends
and the multitude
of enemies
who were so
only
because you told them so
and the ones you never knew
you really never knew
because nothing
no one
no place
really mattered
save yourself
all get in line
curl up with books
and resign themselves
to waves
endless waves
after waves
over time
like they are
smiling