Poised and intent, you willingly listen
so deep, full of life
so unshallow
with an active and vast heart
that is why I love
sitting with you here
out deep, at the end of this long pier
you listen in ways - so serene
drawing out what will I have left over
as I'm awed by your strength and depth
readily you absorb
everything thrown into you
years and years dispense
yet you retain such peaceful shimmer
even after stormy action
asserting your prowess
always you return calm, poised - listening
godly it must be
to be you
heavenly it must be
to swim beyond your heart walls
am I to dive?
as it is
I
am brittle
dry dead bones
dug up without clear purpose or chances
for many deceitfully despise me
with selfishness and hate reacting to the truth
even provenly harboring truth
themselves, preferring lies
sneezing and coughing
from my swift desiccated dust
while I sit, an ash pit
so wizened
being stolen away
by arrogant winds
an appetite crawled up
addiction to loneliness
yes, I have become drugged up
for they supply me, and I can't wait - for the cut
obviously I'm so prickled with pangs
they must see me muddied beyond what I see
I try to clean it off
but the condemnation refuses to wash off
lately, its all I have to wear
hence, why I sit here gazing into you
the only thing I believe in
to cleanse the infestation of dirt
for I hope in your serenity
in your honest reflection of all things
even all the celestial things powerful in life
occasions of which are unrecountable
for we all should see ourselves
as we really are
even now as you humbly reflect me
out of mysterious compassion
I bid you to - take me in
simply hold me forever
make me sunken in contentment
for my spirit has already been moistened
by your oceanic blue eyes
how they have wandered upon me - many times
drawing me till now
may I follow my tears into you
immersing myself into your body
into your glassy eyes - glistering
how those deep blues mesmerize
as I stare in
and when I lean, give way
may ripples and a trail of bubbles
lastly honor me
I know I shall find peace within you
still and quiet
after the last violent fight
taking my breath away
unlike Jonah, I shall drift on
sunken
my eyes are closed now
here I go
plunge me with one last kiss
in you, let me sink
to the deepest bottom
kiss me
(loud splash)
It's a good analogy and takes a second read. I have a problem with 'prowess(ness?) ' but that, in itself, does not take away from a thoughful piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks. Good point out, I corrected that. Your review is greatly appreciated. Looking forward to yours.