The Rising Sea
Like the tides of a nighttime sea,
My brilliance wavers and diminishes
My words are buried into the moisture of life’s poisons
Misfortune clenches my throat from expressing my visions
I have plunged into such dark depths
Of this mind
Without a clear understanding of your devotion
Without a better realization
Of your never-ending affection
Of your ever-pressing lips
Onto the prize where your sweet-searching eyes visualize
The golden nuances of your genius
The pressure of those winning words
The winds dance with my intellect,
Jolting my heart in loud, silent jeers
The waves, black and dusky wait to smother
As I crawl into the arms of another
This mind still spurts
All words that cannot be conjured
All feelings that cannot be muttered
Truth drowns in the asphyxiation of unfamiliar grounds
Rising from these depths as the moonlight glares
This mind still spurts
As the rising sea
In all of its misery
Remembers your words and yearns
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