Pearls in the concrete

 

Drifting somewhere

behind the sea,

my peaceful tranquillity

shatters as

a stray thought

swims towards me.

I have never been

so scared

of being lonely.

 

Not the loneliness

of my own company,

I'm happy to live in this mind

to which I’m strangely entwined.

This loneliness

is somewhere off

the side of the page,

Away from the mental parade

that plays in my head.

I've felt it since time

started its stopwatch

on my life.

 

No, what scares me more

is I'll wash up on shore,

and you won’t be there.

Your face won’t be the first sight

to greet tearful aquatic eyes.

Instead, I'll see

the vast emptiness of space

and its endless chasm

opening before me,

like the mouth of a galactic sea beast,

ready to devour me. 

 

Under these waves

I'm swimming gracefully,

but on the land

I'll wobble on unsteady feet,

and without your heart

I'll stumble aimlessly

searching for 

some pearls

in the concrete.

I will be lost at land,

setting sail

for far away oceans,

Somewhere over

the distant sands,

and my skin will

get dry and crack

under the blistering sun,

without your love

to keep me holding on.