At home among the flickering flame
Nothing will ever be the same
Whispering late into the night
Moving on at first light
Dancing from place to place
Never ling’ring-- hardly a trace
Open pathways, crystal and blue
Dappled in bright sunshine too
to my dismay:
Studies then shoving-- moving on
“Regular life”-- such a con
A boulder lodged in my sea
What else could there be?
A wailing mass in my arms
(What need is there for alarms?)
Back to my sea...
Filling with debris
How frivolous, idiotic is all seems
Could that really have been all my dreams?
A lump in my throat, keeping my feelings at bay
“It will be fine,” I think everyday
My sea with stormy skies
What once was there is filled with lies.