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.