Drown myself
In this shadowed sea
Only sad and pale
You won’t come back to me
And maybe when I let go
I’ll be pulled under
Your voice is like thunder
Swimming in a sea of tattered dreams
On the borderline
Of sorrow’s insanity
Won’t you hold me
Before I drown in this grief?
There’s no second chance
In this melodrama of life
There’s no bed of roses
For any love at night
And, shimmering, inside the night’s sun
Don’t be a gracious loser
It may be tradition
Maybe under conviction
A gentle roving wind
Upon calmer wings
A jest made in amusement
And the joys of a broken heart
Closing your eyes, just like the skies
Blinded by the dark.
This work is in Girl in the Trees.