Crowds

06-26-09

 

Surrounded by thousands yet completely alone,

A circle of water surrounds my feet.

Youthful sentiment developed and grown,

Fermented in a bottle left out in the heat.

Exuberant loss of control I never long to end,

Railroaded until dark waters quench the fire.

Against a darkness I could not defend,

The producer of these ill-imagined desires.

 

In a crowd of bellowers I am unaccompanied,

My only mark is a trailing shadow.

The erosion of time should make me worried,

But inside I am nothing but eager to go.

Perhaps that thought should make me afraid,

Since this life must be more than some hollow show.

Mine feels like an episode already played,

Just extended in my mind in a salient glow.

 

My thoughts ever more morose and brief,

Words jumbled into empty verses.

Let the melody of waves carry me home,

Beneath them let me find peace.

Let the water extinguish this fire,

Along with my forlorn desires.

Swallow me, both soul and body,

Break these chains and set me free.