You know my fervent
hopes, my pleas that you decide
to stay in my arms,
but like the gray sea
of this late autumn morning,
like the slick washed sides
of the creatures there,
you slip free and go. I can't
keep you home this time.
This forces me out
of my dream. I must admit
I no longer know
your true and private
name.
October 4, 2010 12:24 PM
To the world you wrote
ReplyDeleteNot a good day
in response I give
Miles Deep
Blinded by the light
I sat in a corner
Cradling my own mind
glass surrounded me
For miles in waves
A see of shattered memories
Miles deep
Not able to see
I can still hear
Cries from those depths
Wander 9/9/14