The Breaking Wave at Sunset
Ryan Camacho

How does it feel to be with you? 
To be with you is to be the breaking wave.
I am the gently breaking wave about to settle on this shore,
sifting here and there in a steady sort of sinking
when in a moment of isolated curiosity 
amidst the sand I see a sliver of the most peculiar blue
then I see you.
You have always been there, the sky yet now you are changing hue-
from blue to red to black and I can see myself changing with you.
So I strain, 
I strain from this shore to reach up skywards 
towards this you I have never seen before 
reflected in me.
And oh I am burning red water to the sunset of your soul-
Your quickly fleeting soul.
And I can see the eve of your leaving me 
and I churn and twist and turn all the more harder to you.
To you only will I ever want to flow	
For now I know these currents are my veins
that only pulse in rhythym to your winds.
Without you I am salt water, 
ennervated vapor sitting still in circles, lost within my complex empty depths.
How can I allow myself not to try and touch your fading red
in an embrace with my fading blue 
just before the dark finally takes us two?
So I pull myself away from the sand 
as I try to stand and hold you,
but I sink, I break, I stumble,
But with my last drop of strength I ride the evening cold.
I thrash against the frightening black and surge through these phantoms,
taking hold of darkness from places it could not fathom-
from bottoms to crests of waves lashing by the hundredfold.
Every ounce of me flows,
crashing my way flying, freefalling, yearning my way through,
higher and higher I strangle furiously the night,
through the dark I am reaching with all my tidal might.
this once breaking wave is now a midnight hurricane in flight.
That is how it feels.

Ryan Camacho 2