Longing

the tears well up over the surfaces the eyes
like hot waves covering the sand
some like to call it nostalgia 
but in this present tense, we call it sadness
the simple kind that overcomes you
like the shade that is created on a sunny day
when the clouds filter the sunlight
it's the unavoidable breeze that blows the hair 
in front of your face
when all your trying to do is see 
it's the longing for something better
but not knowing what it could be
it's like being stranded on a small island
and surrounding you, 
the sea.