12/05/09

Loosing a Dream

I have been hollowed out by your vicious hand.
The painful waves of darkness run through me like water.

The promise of your crashing waves gives me hope that you will save me from this pure destruction.

Deep called unto deep.  
The cry of my heart was to not be swallowed alive by this black void.
The measures to save me are unclear.
The hope is till there.

The beautiful dream of the ocean shore in June swirls as it fades into oblivion.  
It quietly leaves me far behind as it passes like death.
Like a leaf gently falling from a tree in September.