Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Into the ocean

There are sinking boats
tailgating the sun over
the ocean
My hands are 
stuck 4 feet under the
I would swim in dark waters
to find the other
side of the shadows
we have become
There is silver in everyone's
and the bare sky weeps
reading testaments of us...

1 comment:

  1. "Sometimes the sun shines on other people's houses, but not mine..." It's a song from one of my favorite songs. Sometimes my hands hold the silver, sometimes they are elbow deep in suctioning muck. I have testaments such as these. I'm glad the sky, the wind, the stones remember, so that I never will. When the sky weeps, I call her friend.

    Beautiful Manik!