Just Is
A living, breathing, swelling deep,
Sometimes with power so monstrous
It lulls me to sleep.
It is in my subconscious,
With its power so monstrous,
I feel most at peace.
It is in my subconscious
That the gold sun turns white,
A horizon of light.
Sometimes I float in the dark blue-green waves
And watch golden skies and white suns
That simply exist because they just are.
Sometimes I forget the dark blue-green waves,
That lulled me to sleep,
To simply exist because I just am
A living, breathing, swelling deep.
Copyright © Jordyn Linkenback | Year Posted 2014
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