drowning

My Ocean

I want to conduct the ocean
have the waves dance with me under moon's light.
I'll drown in your sweet abyss to see nature spark
the darkness that blinds this romance.
I'll suffer in your blue arms
as this enrapture turns me afloat.
I should breathe you in
so its bliss imprisons my outstretched soul;
turning against the echoes of your angelic sound.
Let the sirens of the sea cleanse my evils and good unto me.
If I should be damned
I'll sift along your sands;
becoming a treasure buried amongst my glory.
So dance with me as I enter your welcome
and hold me close until my last breath;
rippling my reflection into you.

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And there you are

My love my life

You found me in hell

Want me to be your wife

 

But we can’t seem

To float let alone swim

But why not

I always did it with them

 

I fear I’m dying

Drowning in unshed tears

Shivering and scared

Unspoken fears

 

Why can’t we make it

Why can’t we fly

Why when I find love

Am I doomed to die?

 

~Chrystal

Written on

February 2, 2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again this one was to Eli. Asking why we cant make it.

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Seen it – own eyes – not a glance,

a present passerby

Blinded till the trice of trance,

main miser comes to lie.

 

Was so high, now struggle strolls,

aground the injured wings

Fatigue has taken enormous toll,

no hope but still treading.

 

Fallen hard but not to death

no sanity was found

Stayed submerged now seek a breath

I bear above the bound

 

Has been so long since gone astray,

ahead a glimpse of hope

So close but yet so far away,

nothing but lifeless lope.

 

Treading, treading, treading tough

at last, can lay to rest

lids shut, see the shining rough

Salvation! To my nest.

 

Awake to see the big blue vast

and all but joyous last

tired of the puppet thread –

tired of the puzzled head –

tired of the shutting door –

tired of letters unread –

all I can do is tread.

Perhaps I should tread……

 

                     ……no more.

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