Monday, February 8, 2010



A chilling mist falls around the shattered remains
of a life once known;
oozing into the subterranean caverns of my mind.
The drifts that lead my soul from the vast reality of existence
are primeval whispers,
an ancient call,
tempting me to think the world will never change.
But I cannot forget the world is a dancing place,
full of energy, knowledge, and love;
encircling the deep for times gone past
and scanning the seas for the essence of humanity.
It tries to glimpse a flash of silver fortitude in the sunlight,
then swoops down to be engulfed in a tidal wave
of quiet moments
before landing in a watery grave.

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