Emerald coves and glittering shoals,
Let the calm wash over me
As ocean waves lap at my feet.
Apathetic
Yet so sympathetic,
The horizon stretches away
Crouching, waiting, wishing, hoping.
Yet not at all.
I'll take this fall,
A jubilant plunge.
For I'm all alone now,
Out after the sun's curtain call.
And in this expanse of tears I'll drift
Until an encore upon the sky does shift.
A scene so serene, and in my penultimate dream
I sing in shades of absence.
For the ocean is dead, if only on the surface you tread.
The world is swallowed in oceans, and this sea is my world.
I'm cast adrift.
My legend is told.
Transatlantic and subatlantic.
YOU ARE READING
A Testimony for the Lonely
PoetryAbandoned scenes and abandoned dreams. Have some poetry my friends, if you're brave enough to wander off alone. Shoutout to @xoxocookiegirlxoxo for the great cover.
