calm water, gentle water-- a comfortable sea of forever
time
         ceaselessly
                              provides.
i forgot what 'warm' felt like; 'soft', 'safe'
reaching holding grasping clutching REACHING but
without hands! how weary an attempt. the deep spine
of a book for refuge, desperately sought from within
a churning maze of salty air and soaking wet misery.
dry land dry land vast open plains,
to see, to breath, to know, to be dry, to be warm--
the agony of an unmeetable need. is this the fate of
"mine", to drown forever yet never succumb to the pulling, tugging
reach of
death?
her sweet voice and soft breath on my eyelids
echo throughout the forest of the mind and linger in shadowy
overhangs. night fell early today, oh, yes it did
it fell early and dark. no moon tonight,
not even she would come out. no moon to see tonight,
but she's there, she's at work.
the sea is powerful tonight.