Mud is heavy. On the shoes.
Nothing left. For me to lose.
Water calm. And water deep.
Promises. We cannot keep.
Waiting for. The moon to rise.
Covering. The open eyes.
Roots are tying. Underneath.
Holding on. Between the teeth.
Slowly drifting. Off the shore.
Don't know what. I'm looking for.
Quietly. The petals close.
Which way. The current flows.
Floating on the surface.
Dark and still.
Moving like a shadow.
Against the will.
Everything is hidden.
Out of sight.
Turning in the middle.
Of the night.
Hmm...
Stone is cold. And air is thin.
Where does. The end begin.
Ripples moving. To the edge.
Standing on. A silent ledge.
No reflection. In the glass.
Waiting for. The storm to pass.
Sinking down. Or floating up.
Emptying. The broken cup.
Floating on the surface.
Dark and still.
Moving like a shadow.
Against the will.
Everything is hidden.
Out of sight.
Turning in the middle.
Of the night.
Deep roots...
Dark water...
Bloom...
Surface...
Still...
