Declared myself missing
Posted a reward for my return
Found myself
Collected the reward
And ....
The check bounced

I swallow deeply
Standing at the gaping maw-
One eternity, infinite, and expanding

We all stand upon this violent ocean,
As sweet words crash like purple waves
Too great to comprehend,
Yet,
Too nagging to ever let go

The black sands curl beneath pink toes-
****** from the journey we must walk,
Devoid of fear and trembling with terror,
Alone on this crowded beach,
As silence splits the night

Wrapped in our softest linens,
Like children dressed for warm baptisms,
And wrapped like mummies for the tomb

The warm breeze chills our soft sorrows-
Magnifying emotions,
Echoes of the days we let slip,
Like ocean waves returning to a long-forgotten past

Our skin is feverish,
Hot to the touch,
With a sickly radiance,
We hide from each other,
So poorly,
And always caught by the crowd's periphery

No description stands
No law holds truth here
None will reign-
Except for the sadness
To which we give ultimate primacy
On this beach of desolate depression

I have not written in quite some time.
I have not jotted down my thoughts or committed to a rhyme.
But I think of poems each day,
of words spun with careful concentration.
I believe in the mind and its prowess,
and of the power I possess.
While I have taken a break,
I refuse to sit and stop,
for I am not done writing.