She never said the stillness could hurt--
Inside at least.
She only said, that the void of waves had a soothing
affect.
The mist blanketed me,
I was melding into the curve of the hull.
There were faint sounds, but I
couldn't make them out,
or to which direction had they come.
My light shone bright.
making up for my sorrowful heart--
a heaviness, like the air.
To that,
I think it was the clouds that had come down.
They do that you know...
when you need to see things differently & refuse to respect the
order of things.
They drop down & make the world obscure of its color,
it's life & all that entails--
to whoever is participating.
Some just go along, with the ebb & flow of the tide.
Others like me, attempt to control, direct...define the circumstance.
hhhhmmmm...hhhmm...hhm...hhhmm.......
hhhmmm....hhmm...hhmm......
I find myself humming effortlessly...
a meditative state like no other.
My pain fades.
I smile.
I look so peaceful floating in my boat....
......oblivious to the ebb & flow....
....as I go.
Away, with the clouds....
the light burns out & the wind whistles through the cracked lamp glass.
And there the raven dwells,
peering at its reflection. He is the alarm to those who see this boat
adrift....weighted with a death.
Dusk, casts color over my soul & flickers in its
beams on the water. The raven drops his stone.....
I am now meerly ripples.
The boat & light & sounds are all so distant now....I can barely
make them out.
I will continue my rest....as I ebb & flow to another world.
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