Silver overcast shadows
dancing grey ocean waves
a lone bird's solemn cry,
the only sound against a symphony of silence
Storm clouds gather within the recesses of the mind.
Tell me how to unravel these tangled seaweed strands of thought.
I peer into the depths of these midnight waters
as if I were Alice, gazing into the looking glass
simply content to inquire into life's mystery.
As if deeply searching into the tides, trying to understand
Will finally free me to find my place among the stars above.
WIthin the waves I will finally be free.
I dive in, moving as if I were only a specter of myself
a specter swimming among waves of moonbeams and ice.