Sinking,
the drifting ceiling of blue and grey light
illuminating the ride.
Suffocating,
grasping for something, anything,
A light in the dark,
the eternal fading,
the last residuals of the cold falling away,
And then the transitory returns.
The golden sun, wind kissed waves,
and a weather beaten hand catching yours,
a call, joyful, echoed the gull high above,
as safety brings the glow of liberty.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Sinking,
the drifting ceiling of blue and grey light
illuminating the ride.
Suffocating,
grasping for something, anything,
A light in the dark,
the eternal fading,
the last residuals of the cold falling away,
And then the transitory returns.
The golden sun, wind kissed waves,
and a weather beaten hand catching yours,
a call, joyful, echoed the gull high above,
as safety brings the glow of liberty.
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