Deep waters,
steadily falling into night
slow breaths, easily lose:
Smoke of charcoal
reaches my escape,
there is nowhere but here.
A face, one special memory,
keeps me trying to rise,
above nothingness
where am I lifted
it's all the same sequence.
Over and over, no light finds me
in hazes of shallow acquaintance,
a ghostly presence,
takes me down again.
A heart hollow,
empty remains of a blue day,
now the sun has left,
running away, with thoughts,
of a meaningless love:
Down, down sinking fast.
Where does a ship await,
to take my soul home
a needed comfort.
it's nowhere, time found:
the undercurrent of our beauty.
Not withstanding we lost,
a battle that was never our war,
so simple all love seems:
Until submerging tides
drowned our moments,
as we go down, to the green moss
our eternity is here,
but we are gone.
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