waves of sound

A Poem by Rasha Lama

ironic how i wrote this while driving through a desert

music floats on the water forming us like delicate paper boats sailing into the unknown. sadly some encounter folds of storm water seeping through soggy paper, finding themselves drenched. but beautiful things have to sink sometimes to touch the thoughts dissolved within. so dive in and let go of the fading paper you hold so tightly in your grasps. let the currents lead you to the treasures the paper boat initially aimed to take you. swim through the layers of thought and emotion and allow it to fill you whole. do not leave a bubble of air within you as it is time you leave the world to find whatever you were looking for in yourself.

follow the sounds that travel throughout your body. wander into the caves where music echoes off every secret plea hidden. the time has come to push through the rough waters and let light into the caverns of truth. allow your hands to sink into the treasures you have kept hidden for so long; it was only a matter of time until you found that cave through a drought of tears on your bedroom floor. don't wait for it to float up to the surface to taste the piercing air. sail and sink and lose the trail you set off on. let music lead you to find whatever you were not looking for.