SoulReserve

a sea of green glass

The sea is
green glass
below my naked feet,
I have dreams
like this,
I weave
gray remorse
into clouds
that hover
gently over me,
while I walk
and walk
this endless walk,
and if they burst
into silent rain
I am drenched,
aching to look
into your eyes
that could rescue me,

where are you
then?
where do you go?
turning my world
hollow,
and leaving
me
missing
from within me.

© SoulReserve 2017

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