Water and Sand

[cafelitera]

The quiet murder begins.
Silent as the swift bliss
that passes and destroys
The children of the lake surface
peeking at the moolit lagoon
I feel the cold creep my back.
hands on all sides press against me.
I am forced into the water with
little sirens swimming about.
my eyes turn to glass
when life has turned to stone.
my bitter longing
is ended in grief,
with the laughter of my new home.
With their curious eyes
they poke into my soul.
And they weep with me
A quiet prayer said
and the muffled bubbly scream
that resembles joy.
Apart from all comparison.