Love Has Many Levels Poem by soren Barrett

Inside walls of hate, bottomless waters of love
distress calls echo in silence, pushed in by a secret fel
a broken chain, rock sidings, no bucket above
the kiss of hell leaves rusted ripples on the surface of the well

a light once kindled, leads from far away
the rope strands frayed, decayed, hope lingers
vomiting emotions of a drowning day
clouds slip through my fingers

moldering memories their smell overpowering
awakens me from blissful sleeps
in this moss green hole, shadows souring
as down this hole, light seeps

An aqueous phoenix evaporating toward the sky
an ark and dove floating on a rainbow's myth
from a water pit planted in dirt's eye
emerging from Jonah's watery grave, the pith