I was a lost vessel in a decaying sea of glassened hearts.. only to see behind it to fields of flowers skyrain-silvered by dreams.. I am at peace within me.. Drifting at sea..

A mystery of a time when wonder was equivalent to joy, synonymous with the unspoken..

Mysteries abound all around I hear the sound of life unbound.. Liberated by freedom of thought, voice of mind.. I am unbroken.. Free and kind to see the past left behind..

My smiles have spoken.. The air smells of potential.. My hope existential.. To remind.. To cement the observable.. To loosen my view to ponder the unseen I see life gleam.. In dark nights a spark to bring together those apart.

Completed by these wonders.. This sound.. Weathered by time as water softens stone this life begins to end as it begins again over and over there, here, and then, oh so often..

A conveyed beauty, a portrayed scene of hope, wrought with shadows with love to fight the night to strive for light..

This vessel is within peace now..
Sunken at sea.. Among hearts of familiarity..

I am me..

This tragic.. Oh so beautiful..

Contradiction..