Here I am, existing,

floating a drift,

thirsty for water.

 

I cannot drink

for this sea is ladened with salt.

 

The medusas swim freely,

I am unaware of the truth,

but their beauty intoxicates my beliefs.

 

So, I continue to sail

The high seas of love

With a search of no other

 

For love

Existing in this world

Of chaotic misery and joyful births

 

With women of beauty all around

They have all wet my appetite

And I hope to have wet them.

 

The dance continues

On threatening seas

I rise and I fall

Like the solar stars above

This delectable planet.

 

The sea is vast

And wide open

It’s power lures me

Swallows me whole.

 

I permeate through

Fight in the tight

Until love is thrusted upon me

I am nothing but alone

 

Perhaps it will be

or perhaps She

Is beneath the sea.

 

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

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