Saturday, June 15, 2013

Sly endeavor

The signal shines from the tired lighthouse. 
The songs of the furious tides sway with somber percussion.  
A sea of doubt. 
Anguish. (Perhaps unjustified)  
In hope of a paradise. 

A ghost on your arm. 
A dream. 
A hope and a fear
A paradox that festers.

Dreams of understanding. 
The dream to being understood. 
Will the waves break the silence? 
Will the ocean depths become it? 

 Wake on the sand. 
Amongst the grain of possibilities. 
Be there trillions.
Never know
Never try
Ever fearing truth.

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