10 views
azure skies turn golden.
We
set
sail on
our journey
dividing sands
and dirt amongst our toes,
we count the distance
we dissect on
the earth’s floor
from the places
on our feet’s vantage
and our mind’s playground.
The seagulls find rapture
on the skies’ clearing
and sunlight,
they seem to know
the path to goodness
maybe that’s why they could
walk on azure water or maybe
it was just those
winged sea creatures
talking to me as I drown
myself on the deep end.
I can still feel the sea shells
clipping their mouth
on the fibers of my shirt,
whispering—hello’s.
I find the dancing
plankton and jellyfishes
the most rendering of all —
like the small little faeries
on the ominous light of
dungeon eeriness
—of stalled silence.
Why do we float on water
when we harbor
much burden on our minds?
Shouldn’t that
suffice the mystery
of gravity—
why am I
still
drowning?
I do miss
the seas
on days
like
this
one.
set
sail on
our journey
dividing sands
and dirt amongst our toes,
we count the distance
we dissect on
the earth’s floor
from the places
on our feet’s vantage
and our mind’s playground.
The seagulls find rapture
on the skies’ clearing
and sunlight,
they seem to know
the path to goodness
maybe that’s why they could
walk on azure water or maybe
it was just those
winged sea creatures
talking to me as I drown
myself on the deep end.
I can still feel the sea shells
clipping their mouth
on the fibers of my shirt,
whispering—hello’s.
I find the dancing
plankton and jellyfishes
the most rendering of all —
like the small little faeries
on the ominous light of
dungeon eeriness
—of stalled silence.
Why do we float on water
when we harbor
much burden on our minds?
Shouldn’t that
suffice the mystery
of gravity—
why am I
still
drowning?
I do miss
the seas
on days
like
this
one.
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