Sunday, May 20, 2007

Whirpool

Like a waterfall
                        cascading silently down the earth
                        into a churning river
                        that flows everywhere but home
                        My thoughts rush dangerously below
                        to infinite fears and questions
                        bringing to me
                        a drowning whirlpool
                        of uneasy discomfort
                        All alone,
                        For the moment
                        A bird's bittersweet song
                        echoes throughout my heart
                        If it weren't for her shadow
                        this grim and familiar symphony
                        ironically motivating me
                        into a stubborn will
                        to submit my direction
                        to the flowing waters
                        I would suddenly recognize
                        the constant loneliness I feel
                        when we are apart

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