Navy Heavens and Suffocating Goodbyes

Little boy, little boy did it feel good to hold on? Nonetheless, you slip deeper... watching as the dark fades out from white lips.you become entrapped by gold looms. did drowning you feel good.

Falling from navy heavens,
golden star-dust gathers about in multiple veils
entrapping a glass figure…
but what's to be done when the light and warmth
drowns you instead.
Thereupon,
looking up as you see these ribbons slowly dance,
in an attempt to kiss the darkness,
you fall ever slightly from the
vows you've held…
And the light pulls you away faster into a
brilliant orb.

So little boy, little boy, where on earth have you gone..?
But, you still held tight onto golden bands,
and
the silly star trinkets, hoping that perhaps
you can return to the surface.
Nonetheless,
you slip again deeper,
watching as the darkness fades out…
watching as silver bubbles slip from
parched white lips,
and touch upon
blue fingers tips…
hey, little boy did it feel good still hold on..?

And the light, that thing you fear so much, pulls you away,
faster into a brilliant orb.
For it must have been your desire to lay here…
why don't you cry?
Why do you let yourself,
mind and body,
freeze over?
Can't you see how near the end is...?
you melt away,
and those vivid star-like trinkets
swarm about you in the fashion of bee's,
killing off every last concrete thought you've held…
cause instead of bleeding red,
all you do is break…
into silver stars yourself.
So,
little boy, little boy did it feel good to hold on?

Cause I can't make you out anymore.
You're truly lost to the currents.
You are lost within a prison of ice…
all that's left of your existence
is the silver stars,
and bubbles reaching to the surface.
and as I watch from this navy heaven…
I can't help but grip these gold
looms tighter in my hands…
I love you�"

Reviews

[>.]

Hi, I'm going to start by giving you a standing ovation for the title. Just the title rapid fired images of the depths of the ocean and the decent into the deep blue abyss whiles the light above faded away, dimmer every second, heavier the chest.. I could feel myself being immersed and consumed and I haven't even started reading yet, so Bravo!.
On to the poem, the flow, the imagery and the projection on the readers mind.. it was haunting, gripping and had this distinct amount of gravitas to it. I read it over again, and then once more.. each time I perceived a different vision, was told a different story. I see a mother losing her child in labor, the cold white lips, the suffocating seconds as the heart beats no more as she drowns in her tears and all that's left is fragments of what once was her child.
I see a coast guard try to save a man's life but it's to late as he slips away from the golden harness that clings his faith. I see the man sink below but it's calm in that moment, he knows, I know that that's all she wrote and I can see him forgive me for failing to save his life, I can see it in his eye, I whisper I love you before there's nothing left but blue rippling tides.

[songstress]

Thank you for reviewing and reading. You came the closest with the last Guess. but, it's more similar to A Sadists design. :)

[Jack...]

Songstress, this is an astounding and truly magical piece of poetry. The eyes read as the mind absorbs or attempts to absorb all that you have brought before us today. I can hardly explain the depth of feeling this has brought awash over me. I read so much into this and I not even sure if I am close or not, but to me I see someone who was lost at war. Had the opportunity to leave, but dedication kept them going back for more until that final battle. And still something completely different is teasing us in your words. This was wonderful. Very well penned.

[songstress]

Thank you for reviewing, and I love your take on the piece. it sort of reminds me of disillusioned war veterans trying to find a reason for fighting. Or the crusades. fighting for a chance at heaven and seeking redemption. I find it amazing that you could interpret it in that light. But, moreover, I'm glad the piece still had something to tease in the words. I wasn't sure if I portrayed that accurately. But, seeing this review is reassuring. Thank you, once again.

[Sami Khalil]

A sad and moving read and write songstress... Thank you for sharing...:)..............

[songstress]

thank you for reading. I'm glad that you enjoyed it. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................

[Frieda P]

Painfully beautiful. You reach into the heart and soul and grasp on tight. I'm reading 'little boy' but not sure it's about a young one, or I could be dead wrong. I think vows and golden bands might be a clue. Either way, it's an enthralling read, going into my favorites.

[songstress]

You are on the right track with guessing the boy's age. It's more like his attachment is what makes him childlike. I really glad that you saw into that, though. It makes me feel happy. Thank you so much for reading.

[Frieda P]

Do men ever grow up really, they're always little boys it seems. I have three grown sons so I know firsthand. My pleasure, this really captured my heart.