warm air lapping against my face
like waves in an invisable ocean
one i'm drowning in
the tree roots anchoring me down,
like a yarn that ties a balloon in place
and keeps it from disappearing forever.
i clutch at them like old friends
old forgotten friends, who's language i can't quite grasp anymore
but even so i reach for them, pressing my face against the soft earth
in hopes of somehow melting
to fold softly into the pores
of the silent, warm, sleeping ground
to join my friends, feel their company and join their underground wonderland.
 Doomed_Karu · Tue May 06, 2008 @ 09:43pm · 2 Comments |
