I am drowning
next to the sea, with you.
Drowning in the crashing wave-sounds,
and your voice.
The white-bright sky
with its sharp birds like spears,
sees us: you whispering in my ear
and the sea.
I am speaking,
but my words are crashing,
blending with the coursing tide
and your words
I am caught here,
hearing the sea, seeing you.
blinded. And my own words drowned,
and unheard.
Only the sky
with its spearhead birds, can know.
But they are both helpless, leaving
you, me, and the sea
Unsung until the last.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
I am drowning
next to the sea, with you.
Drowning in the crashing wave-sounds,
and your voice.
The white-bright sky
with its sharp birds like spears,
sees us: you whispering in my ear
and the sea.
I am speaking,
but my words are crashing,
blending with the coursing tide
and your words
I am caught here,
hearing the sea, seeing you.
blinded. And my own words drowned,
and unheard.
Only the sky
with its spearhead birds, can know.
But they are both helpless, leaving
you, me, and the sea
Unsung until the last.
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