Tempest Rising

[rakkit]

This body wearies

An ocean’s depths of memories…
Reach forth, clench my hand,
Lost, echoed in best forgotten reveries.
Step back, in the shallows stand.

Stare at the tempest that rises,
Salt and earth and undertow.
Forward, a horizon sighted.
Here…current, unspoken in a forgotten tongue

A dark depth waits
A calm sky beyond my eyes.
That cruel joke, humorless fate.
One cannot sail past the edge on lies

Puddle deep, these pitiful memories.
Reach forth, refuse my hand.
Found, in false reveries.
Step forward, in I shallows stand.

This body swims…