Refract

Is it wrong to feel? Is it wrong to know That, as all things, my life will flow To the vast ocean, like a stream Meandering upon an open plain Eroding everything within my way Dissolving aught that drowns into the soul? Is it wrong to love? Is it only I who cannot know myself? Is it at all? Who sparks in me elation, who am I to strangle self within an empty sea's philosophy? Vanity, vanity, all is a mirror reflecting the self ever into itself. A rant, a lyric, a black swan on a crimson sea, prophesy what destiny could never be Silver behind and silver ahead. I see myself a thousand times, stare into the eyes of the bluest of skies, of the sea, and cannot bear to linger on the soul of who I am. I cannot bear to see myself, reflected, crystallized, cured within an image of humanity. Take me down to where I lose all consciousness; to where the soul dissolves into a coexistence, where the soul drowns in its own identity. Take me. Take me there To Love.