mardi 2 mars 2010

Floating

I am in between
- spaces, times, worlds -
Floating.

The bubbles
Rising from my lips
Are beads of contained emotions.

From above
The sun glows
Through the murky waters where I lie,

But I keep away
From the warmth
And the light

And relish
The salt of my tears

For each of them
Tastes of freedom
And fear.

2 commentaires:

  1. Wow, this is the best poem of yours that I've read. Freedom and fear are both powerful words and concepts.

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