My Paper Sail

This is the dock,

This is my paper sail,

And these, these are my hands,

Resting on the edge of the wooden planks

 

At a waterfront which harboured,

Souls and minds till time devoured

It was a place of remembrance,

A place of invitation

 

If you looked down,

You wouldn’t see the bottom

She was like a rippling spring,

So close, yet so shallow

 

The water was light against the moon,

And the stars veiled the sky and twinkled,

Like her eyes when she looked up at me,

With tears streaming down her face

 

I reached down and placed my sail,

Pushing them further into the waves,

The foam and the waves rose high,

And drowned her

 

So I followed her down,

Through the frigid blue,

Until I could see nothing,

Until the beating of my heart stopped

 

Darkness, was where I expected to be,

Where I belonged,

Stranded in a cage of frigid water,

Alone and desolate.

 

Still sinking further,

Into the fathomless spring,

Deeper and faster,

Till slowly does it creep towards me

 

The dim light of a sail slowly coming towards me,

Gradually flowing and weaving,

Through the icy water

Wisps of light wrapping me

 

Consuming me unconditionally,

And the stars come alive again,

Veiled and unleashed,

Through a galaxy of sparkling stars, I spun within

 

And then I recall,

Her screams echoing,

Through the walls

And the thundering crash of glass

 

As I collapse unto the river bed

The sick feeling of a sweaty fever devouring me,

As my hands tingled at the memory of blood

Which still stained my palms

 

And now I’ll lay here,

Listening to the endless howling

Of a woman whose soul was given

For me to keep

 

And if you looked down now,

You’ll see nothing

But a river of sin

Stained with tears.

 

This was the dock,

And she was my paper sail,

And these were my hands,

At the edge of the wooden planks

Where it all began.

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