Memoir

The sea is calm tonight

The high tide reaches the ego

Memoir

The old moon rises above the horizon

A lightning beam burns her skin

A deafening sound

Dragging around

Like bugs

Rejoicing

I desired the art

Of the lines drawn around the earth

No one to care or dream about

Awake in desire of being the one

The one who was never alone

As a drenched drowned being

Of someone who's gone

I hang numb as a bending flower

The inverted man

Craving

Just hold me tight

While spilling the lost conscience

She always seemed so bright

Carrying the teardrops of faith

Of human misery

Sticks were held like wands

Stones thrown as in war

We built dens that we call our home

Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight

Shame on the truth, I light my reflection

An image roars

Through thy empty walls

Desolation descends to answer the call

Succumbing the earth's shore

Boldness, compunction and death

I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar

The rasping sound of pebbles

The waves drawing back

But they will never stand behind

The sea is calm tonight

The high tide reaches the ego

A lightning beam burns her skin