Thin waters
Tell my love I cannot come home.
I'm not sure if its raining
or I've just fallen behind.
I cannot tell if it's the echoes of our laughter
or if I'm just clenching my own soul.
I cannot see the end of our lives
but I can see the broken bridges
and echoes of our silent flights.
I think I'm wearing someone's smile
while walking on thin waters of my demise.
Oh but the smile is not yours
because now all your highlights dance around her saddened hope
and what's become of me was not my own doing.
I cannot walk pass strangers paving my broken streets
and not know what truly is mine.
I'm terrified of what's about to fall upon the little girl inside me
that screams and weeps every so often.
Oh but I'm forever more happy than you'd ever imagine me to be.
Yet my content comes in broken pieces
and must I collect them only to see my hands bleeding
with cuts and wounds those pieces leave behind?
Yes life's a constant motion of cosmic forces
and I'm drifting somewhere along the mountains
of oblivion and consciousness, waiting to see what I pick up next.
Have I not always?
6th January 2012
