Floating

Whilst this day hath fished your soul from drowning in thy mother’s womb only to let it float in this new world’s visceral and effervescent visage.

Whist this day hath poisoned your past lives to death for thy presence required an empty bottle that could be filled with memories mixed with experiences.

Whilst this day hath hath embraced the dusk of the sun for the serenading moon fills your eyes with blithe , your ears with honey and your buds with satiety.

Whilst this day hath amassed love enough to power this universe and thy smiles wide enough to draw boundaries to the horizon, we all wake to the shrilling cries of your existence, floating on these rough seas softened by your cadence.

Drowning

At the behest of the tides,

vacillating high and low

seldom caressing the ford that separated the nascent soul

from the vibrant river,

I lay unconscious growing in silence,

moving in restriction,

drowned in a river of blood,

breathing every ounce of air

to assure myself of my life,

which is due to take dawn.

 

 

Disguised

I can hear your footsteps
right in the corridors of my head,
disguised in a dream,
riding naked on the waves of my thoughts.

I can hear your hum,
hitting harmonically on my dormant drums,
resonating in a song,
lost in a dorian and searching for a lydian.

I can feel your menacing ire
voyaging through my veins
in search of happiness,
succumbed by the gravity of actions.

I can see your soul surf away,
disguised in life,
pirouetting on the ebbs of tides
searching for the right shores of death.