Those ripples
spreading hope among the waves
in torrential despair
foreboding
right behind where I toil away
with all her ships and sails
hidden in her receptacle soul
broken them rudders
we're sinking
as I hold out a palm
for some cheer
to gather. Macabre.
The Ocean, she came to me
and sat silent in the jar
not a whisper of a wave.
lives, palimpsest soul
stepwell storms
revenant, re-sonant
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
Those ripples
spreading hope among the waves
in torrential despair
foreboding
right behind where I toil away
with all her ships and sails
hidden in her receptacle soul
broken them rudders
we're sinking
as I hold out a palm
for some cheer
to gather. Macabre.
The Ocean, she came to me
and sat silent in the jar
not a whisper of a wave.
lives, palimpsest soul
stepwell storms
revenant, re-sonant
