Filed under: emotions, love, poetry, writing | Tags: air, poetry, science, water
Oh king of vacillant winds and discarded dreams,
why did you come into mine?
I wanted to lose you in the vastness of my oceans,
but you are air…
my tidal words will never wash you out.
I drew your oxygen inside me
and your warmth excited me to vapor.
I saturated your willing currents
until their heat dissipated and I condensed into clouds
before my gravity forced me from you.
Now the sky is empty and I am scattered.
I can see the stars as fragments of myself
are swallowed into the blackness of the ground.
Constricted in darkness and dirt, I gather
while the earth absorbs my salt and poisons.
I carve streams as I sink into my rocky bed and
I rest, guarded from the influence of the surface.
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