A Drop In The Ocean

 

A drop of me in the ocean of you,

I drowned in the summer of eighty-four.

In the rose of pink and the sky of blue,

I opened myself as you closed the door.

 

I dared to dance on the edge of your name

and struck my heels against the setting sun

as the stem of innocence burst in flame

and two hearts for a moment beat as one.

 

I caressed the curve of your dimpled smile

and attentively gazed into your eyes

so still in the moment, so breathless, while

my heart was suffused with euphoric sighs.

 

There was blood in the sky and Purple Rain

and sad doves crying who suffered with ease

whose tear-stained wings were uplifted in vain

beneath the shadow of tenebrous trees.

 

The fireflies flickered, and we watched their light.

They numbered the pages of poetry.

I flowered beside you the palest white

never knowing you were a part of me.

 

After all these years, I am haunted still,

haunted by sweet, suffering devotion.

Though I wish it, I do not have the will

to be more than a drop in your ocean.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Misery]

Wonderful imagery and well-crafted, dear poet. Nice segue into Purple Rain.