On the Crest of a Wave

Within gnaw a brightness
of un-fulfillment and dissatisfaction
everything seems unclear
or too dazzling in its reality
thoughts jumbled
like written words
without sense and grammar
no reason or clarity

thoughts
like riding on the crests of waves
breathing in hues of blue
of nothingness
the feeling that drowns
all else alive within
serenity without purpose
what do I want
tranquility on the tip of a sword?

coming close to saying
I give up nothing is worth it
yet holding on and thinking
ah, tomorrow is another day
fish will learn to fly
that is a wait that’s going to be long
where goes the bride
after an empty altar
scytheman is a willing groom

so standing alone here gazing around
like a recovered drunk
on a whole night and next day binge
not knowing which is the forward
a direction known close-eyed
stumbling over spoken words
lost over repeated melodies
it’s a long trek home
but determine to make it
lighting a candle of hope
I start walking in blazing sunshine
towards home under grey skies.