Floating on my back in these waters
My company consists of a flicker of light glistening in my peripheral
Reminding me of where I am
Who I am
My arms open, neck exposed
                                                         Still reaching for meaning
Wave after wave, my body continues drifting
One wave…                                  pent up aggression
Two waves…                                         standards and repression
One wave…                                                        manifestation
My own rhythm of solace
But the thousands of miles of burden beneath
             Cannot reach me
And that flickering light…                                                reliability
There’s still a tinge of fear for the unknown hovering on my conscious
The world I know, is crashing all around me
These waves
circulating
all about me
But I will continue to let myself drift
Allowing direction to take its own          course

She surrenders to the whispers naively portrayed through my stare

How easy it is to awaken her neglected smile

With every ounce of hunger diminishing from our tangled limbs

She's witnessed many variations of taunted accusations

I know

My hearts frequented too many paths pitched in black , lacking flares that would illuminate any other insinuations

So I refuse to expose her to anymore heedless quarries

Instead

I'll embrace her rain and dance in our thunder and trust that she'll do the same

Waist deep I find myself submerged in snow.
The feeling cut off at the base of my knees,
It seems I've lost all control.
The cold burns my eyes and when I close them I see the faint outline of your profile.
It drowns out the roaring winds submerging my existence, this waltz I've chosen to reconcile.
Those watching over me know I've buried myself here,
And there's a gleam off in the distance letting me know that they're near.
Accompanied by a shrill echo of an introduction ,
As I fixate on this image behind my eyes.
Repercussion
A whisper near my shoulder says to "Let it be",
But the hum against the nape of my neck rhythms "Wait, there's something left to see".
While recollecting how the warmth of your breath feels against my lower spine,
I admit with tears freezing to my face, this has been my foregoing decline.
With every beat my heart slows as calm as a dying breeze
After that last crosswind , my final decision to set you free