Rising waters

 

I look over the blank spaces

of a book full of empty pages,

unwritten, unwoven stories

never knitted together. Unformed,

the lines just didn't come,

the tales could never conform

and I know in that

silent sea of empty mystery,

that ocean of unspoken words,

that my destiny waits

watching out looking for me.

But on this ground, I sit, holding my future

in my own hands and as a single tear lands,

I feel another rising to saturate the sands.

 

I look out and I see that beacon

shining oh so bright.

From afar the light is still dazzling

and blinding my sight.

It beams through the day.

It beams through the night.

A smile and eyes

that make the world turn right,

but I sit in this shallow water

as it starts to rise,

from the droplets that form

in the corner of my eyes.

 

There lay a story

somewhere for me.

I keep searching, seeking.

Its speaking to me, but my ears

are fearing that they could be mistaken.

I can't make the words form

from my hopelessly retired brain,

so many times, twisted and shaken.

So, I wallow, in the waves lapping over me,

and add my tears

to the rising waters

engulfing me.

 

 

 

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