Below the surface was the whisper,
     an elusive breath of wisps that
                        spoke in seductive subjective
                                      innuendoes.

Never to let there presence to be seen,
              they kept between the veil
of the waters crest.
              below this they would drown in solitude.

But when one was between the veil and the
                                            shallow breathes
              they seduced every breath to feed there hunger.

There hunger was a boundless ocean.
              And you fell in to there shoreline pool
                       of false promises.
                Drowning in a breath of illusions pleasures.


And the the ripples splashed upon the pools
                  dry tears that never collected or fell.

      just lingering like perspiration of the silent void.


Now filling this pool of consciousness,
                                      with a still refection
         of eyes blank and open and nothingness
                swims in its pools and it devours within.