Thoughts upon a still evening...

[triplegemini]

Step into the night.
Quiet...Still
Echoing footfalls,
Strains in the air.

Crash and roar
Soft air and memory
Silent yet full
Quite empty.

Praise the stony rut
Into which I have fallen
Keeping me from racing forward
Forcing me to sit and think

Can anything be found there in...
Deep withing myself?
Is there anything but darkness,
Emptiness unending.

Try in vain to fill the void
Nothing will fit.
Inside is closed
No heart to be found.

Soul adrift
Floundering in a vacant sea
Drowning...
Drowning...

Sinking below the wave
Caught in the gentle tide
Taken far from safety
The shore, hidden away.

Sink or swim...
Gently falling
Breathing in
Liquid air.