As words spill freely
From behind loose lips
Rivers of thought begin to form
And while they ebb and flow
Around the heads of those  
Pouring them into the world,
One must wonder if they will manage
To trickle into ears to fill empty minds
Before spilling into seas of apathy

In the twilight hour
When grey light
Fills the empty space
Between your walls
Do you think of me?

Do I overflow your mind,
Cascading over the edges
Like too much water
In a shallow cup

Do I flood your thoughts
With dazzling colors,
A prism brilliantly shining
In technicolor splendor

Or do you think of me
Wooden and solemn,
A coffin for the life
You have left behind

I need a place to lay,
Somewhere deep inside the earth
Held tightly in the arms
Of many ancient roots
Twisting above and below me,
A cradle for my tired bones,

I need a place to sleep,
Nestled in a home
Made of small stones and soil,
Blanketed in the silence
That permeates the ground
Beneath my feet

I need to delve into you
Like a reader with an open book,
Swimming through the fathomless depths
of every chapter in your deep blue past
I want to skim your pages,
Tracing your words with my fingers
Like so many rays of brilliant light
Breaching the surface
Of who you truly are

Please let me leave,
I'm ready to go
Into the vast wilderness
Of life undone
By my own frail hands
I watch my story
In monochrome
Radiating in my head
Like radio waves
Playing a funeral song,
A melancholy melody
Written in a language
Only I can speak

You are the tide
Creeping slowly
Consuming
Overwhelming
Washing over me
And dragging me
Out where I cannot hope
To ever find my way back

Your honeyed words so sweet
However bitter the taste to come,
A sharp and clever tongue
Designed to ever make me numb

You spoke your way right to my heart
And gripped it in your hand
When you were finished scrying,
You replaced it in its stand

"What did you see?"
"Only me."