Friday, May 29, 2009

The Tired Sea

The depth weeps rippled riddles,
Laughing 'neath midnight skies;
She entangles beating hearts
And wraps them in blue.

She dreams of breathing shivers,
Exhaling lonely 'goodbyes';
She unravels vibrations of kisses,
Jai vu zem bocu. (I love you very much)

Gusts of wind to the depth she whispers,
Flowing through rolling tides;
She absorbs dreams of sails
And leaves them askew.

The depth is silent as bellows whither,
And simmers to the world's demise;
She inhales the sky as her keepsake,
All is none but true.

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