Feel of the water coming over,
letting myself sink 6 feet under.
Reminiscence in every bubble,
a gasp for all my troubles
Brittle bones becoming colder.
The glow of the moon, still darker.
Soon in the midst I will be
within the stomach of the sea.
The visions came pouring in,
my stitches in time, again and again
At first with exuberance,
then rapidly with despondence.
Take this pain thatâ€™s infecting me.
Leave the best of my memories.
Like curtains at tearful shows,
I draw my eyes to a close.
| lying in the midst of nothing shows|
the learning curve of surrendered souls
who've clawed at the buoyancy of night
wiser than owls relearning flight...
Just my thoughts on yours.
|| Posted on 2015-12-08 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] |