Time – to fade
yet
still
as my windless mind
that wrestles under the surface of
a calm sea
the swifter current – a color for your brush
finds its way to a deeper bottom
Eroding more than
I know how to keep in
these pockets.
they fill too quickly
the sad vastness – of my pen –
pain’s nourishment
to my hungry
mind – that dances more
beautifully
just outside the eye