I breathe
Through my memories
Or I would die.
I run through constant streams
Of tears,
And I
Still wait for Spring.
And things she truly meant
To sing.
But it's getting late.
And I'm drifting out to sea.
I read letters
To myself
Etched in my rhyme.
I gather dust
On the shelf
An unwanted toy.
I call
'I love you' to a shadow
In silent scream of mime.
As her beauty is still cradling my joy
On distant shore,
Where
Love took me from my knees
To the floor.
So I crawl
Down alleyways of darkness.
With a candle
Hopefully.
But my paradise
Is on a slow boat.
Drifting out to sea.
Kevin East
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-out-to-sea/
