golden face

Beneath the sea we singers of all things

bleed graces upon glassy silver strand

The clouds above, the song amongst us rings

as breakers break, each one lifts up a hand

We long to go above, too far to tread

each in our place and we can barely stand

All we can do is look below and head

unto the depths, blue ocean grey and cold

where other sorrowed singers hold their stead

and long, like ups, until they have grown old

Ascend and look above and wonder yet

if many more of oceans fit our mold

For now, we sing and our eyes we shall set

Upon the great gold face of king of sky.

drink

Within the sorrows of a fettered mind

I slowly drown in pools of stagnant brew

Upon the mirror of reflecting kind

I stare and I ignore what once I knew.

No single thought retains thus now in me

My ignorance has never been my bliss

I try to open eyes that I might see

But drunken ache restrains my heart’s last wish.

I want to breathe the air above again

Or see the happiness that once we had

I try to stand in hopes that I might mend

Yet knees they buckle like an unborn lad.

Tomorrow I will pour this down the sink

For now I think I’ll have another drink.