Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Chosen State

Fulfilling warmth
Your presence creates
We tumble and play
Sipping sweet
Intoxicating tastes
Amorphous ties
Hidden inside
Ordinary gestures
Swaddled in sightless faith
Yet can’t hold at bay
Your wave that sinks
Our heavenly state
Time stumbles over time
As I tread in the tide
Holding my breath
Struggling to weather my fate
Weighted down by
Crystalline promises
Long since drowned
Beneath my chosen state


  1. Hold onto that warmth. I have a feeling it will never let you down or fall far before sweeping you back up to a better place.

    Glad to see you hanging in there.

  2. Oh. But it started out so carefree.