Dec 6, 2008

sale to the horizon

on the falling raft,
as the ennui resides
bring forth my arm
to know i do survive
the waters aren't buoyant
the seas aren't still
the mist is prolonged
and the ray seems defined

drift me away from the shore of words
as i count the sand, bereft of letters in it.

1 comment:

SePuLcHrE said...

at times its hard to conclude whats better - what u write....or the way u think!