I stand in a puddle of water Liquid pooled around my ankles Dripping from my eyes so slow I didn’t notice them at first But when they become apparent, foreign fingers brushed them away And I’d disregard the wetness to pull back the hands
Who do these hands belong to?
The puddle becomes a pool I stand in the shallow end and wiggle my toes My fingers have grown pruney from where my fingers dip in the water Blisters have settled on my soles and children splash at my face Droplets trail to my collarbone and I blink away water or tears and wonder Ears listening to unrecognizable laughter
Whose children are these?
The water sits level at my mouth I should feel weightless but my clothes drag me down The pool has become a lake and I stand in it shivering Perched on my toes there is a precarious balance for air The tears don’t stop and keeps the water rising My sobs echo across the surface Murky figures wave at me from the shore and smile like they know me
Who am I?
They say a river never forgets That it knows its way back to the ocean But my river swirls around my head and drips from my ears From my eyes The lake forms a lock of memories that can be touched But never held
A lake is where memories go to be forgotten
So I drown in a Lethe that pours from my eyes, from my mind And I sink to forget and be forgotten
I was in fallin in love when she was the river. Dancing with the sun, in her every small ripples - I shaw her joy. I shaw her joy, by how she reflects the ray with her liquid crystal face and figure. Singing with the birds, her every splash was a chorus. I dreamed her in that way. I dreamed, when she mirror the violets of the flowers. Painted with colours, she was the live canvus of this universe.
With nothing in mind, on the soft green ground While gazing around inside of a dream Squinting of Sun, inhaling of sounds Relaxed, next to a running river's gleam Serene and sedated, the rustling of leafs A lease - eternal, an ease inside A polished, pure and perplexing peace I slowly sway into the swallowing sky
Sounds of the gush and the wingless glide Divided between blue and beautiful bright A meeting of mountains and stars magnified Below - a haze. Above - the great light The delight of the earth, protruding and proud Shrouded silhouettes and gorges that glow Maps of the sky, echoers of sound Transport me down to the wet below
Floating on top of the swirling blue salt. Exalted beyond the liquid haze. The deepest doors of this massive vault. A conversation with the warping waves. A daze of darkness in this alien waste. Embraced in unknown - pulling me down. A captive buoyancy with calm erased. The essence of life, in which I will drown.
Finally, walls, blank and opaque. The ache of vast indifferent time. With a failed past comes a future vague. Measured only by it's dangling decline. Maligned touches of world-less colour. The collar of emptiness. The forever nothing. Blacked out details unnecessarily smothered. A ruined illusion of caring for something.