A waterfall,
Bursting forth
From the eyes of Gaia.
Life loses all sense in the turbulence,
Swirling away into whirpools,
Getting lost in the depths of sadness, and
She cries still. Drowning herself,
Getting lost in the depths of sadness, and
Swirling away into whirpools.

Life loses all sense in the turbulence
From the eyes of Gaia;
Bursting forth
A waterfall.

-SLuR

Another wave rushes over me
My reflection scatters
in both sky and sea
Flooding my mind
with tiny whirpools of what can
And cannot be.

Another wave rushes toward me
I close my eyes and wait silently
A roar it makes,
It towers, it strengthens;
Then crashes below my feet.

Another wave, I see it coming
This time I run without the warning
A fish drowns in water
Not knowing where I've gone
Or where I'm going.

Another wave I see above me,
I slow down my breath, counting
One. Two. Three.
I pause, my eyes wide open
To find ripples of possibilities.

Mother I want to go out
You are my true friend
But where the dogs are
They bark and howl
I once strolled the sold out stores
Where no cold fog settled on the windows
I shall come back to stave away rainy splores again
There will be no heat left in summer
To water the clouds in monsoon
To wail in the forked night
Who feels dour now
As we drink to our evanescent escape
Or face the fire on the final hour
Merely existing
Maybe, as deadly whirpools
As the wind rakes in the leaves now
As autumn warmth decomposes
Wasting into an unbridled heat
The azure skies seemed beautiful yet irate
None compare to my favourite
Red dusky light in anticipation
Every evening for a lonely winter
As summer moves in evanescence
The year looks older with seasons

Through the burning heart of the sun
Till my thighs lose their tenderness
I shall scurry
Through wet ripe whirpools
Tills bones pick at the bellowing darkness
I shall speak such words
Till the air turns sour