The Sleep of Water

What?

Inside your hands 

I know too well

I am the searcher

Drawing back 

then slowing in

if only to fade back out again

 

I come to life within our shattered minds

whisked by a slyful horizon

 

I tell myself  I'm new to this

then speak where only water will hear

though I do suspect the sun as my lustful spy

 

Am I rhetoric?

or deeper in smiles of sweeter madness

Last words we'll never know

I leave you everything and nothing at all

A promise of wings 

the brooding laughter

night, soft as a dancer's prophecy

the groan of stone on water 

 

After days, comes trust then hunger

and soon, the sleep of water returns

holds so still you swear its death

Our story is ever ending 

We are made for eyes and nights 

and thin drapes 

unlaced 

Reviews

[Kim S.]

A promise of wings
the brooding laughter
night, soft as a dancer's prophecy
the groan of stone on water

I SO LOVE this part, this is a wonderful write. Such imagery in words. awesome

[Perdition]

Yeah, sorta haunts me when I try to get past what comes to mind, myself. The combo kills me in memories that I don't care to relive but thanks glad you enjoyed it!