Drowned

There's this one thing that I really love,
With it in my hands, free, as it makes me
I describe to myself that which I yet may not understand
Still, it flows
Like a mighty slow river
Eating through lands vast and varied
All powerful, all conquering
Yet, seemingly lazy and unmoving

As am I, I would assume
Latent, passive, seething innards of confused turmoil
And I attempt to understand it not
But, instead, choose
To go with the flow


Isn't it pretty?
As you look inside and see,
Muddy worlds of blue and green,
Stirring, now, to reveal to you you the visions you see
Revelations! Them all!

Rise above, now
Look from above
Fly with the blind sky, and see me smile

Within, without
It's lovely, look about, won't you?

And they rush within from underneath or above
Greedy green, weak supporting brown


Seeming slumber, you perceive
And I smile mischievously
With wanton leer and sudden glee
As you bathe within
Shedding bright inhibition.


Come, let me awake and warm you
Bother not with memories
Of paths straight and blind
Waver with me, as you realize - my awakening


And she laughed madness with me
Her naked arms, gently caressing my rising self.
Touch me, once again, my love
Feel my senses envelope yours
And realize the magic that I am.

But fear she did, the rising waters
That excited and fascinated, could not abate
And rage and rage it did
For days and nights
With a madness intense and confused
That frightened even the Moon and the Sky

But the love that died,
Was never again found.