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Under The Skin (Eternal) Jump in, the water's fine? With touch they could take dreams away but I won't let them. With the repeated tapping of fingers on my tender skin, memories would wash out to sea. I was convinced I needed you here with me. But time widens, drains into that empty ocean I've been set adrift too many times. Weightless, sails bend in rippled, parallel ventures searching, seeking. No salt, odorless breezes unseen ply my veins full, beating in rhythm somehow without you on these time waves returning. Strapped in, no oars, a needle could sink so deep, fill my blue until I'm green with a fluid that leaves me empty on this glass, reflecting unfulfilled for the rest of life. Some eternal sunshine, not spotless in this foggy mind; needed your compass to bring me to your shore. I won't let them take you away; visions seldom seen, recreated in vexing dreams. My skin, my own. My heart, alone until time returns tangible visions, spinning on this plane I'm anchored to eternal. If only once I closed my eyes by your side. In Behavioral Health they use a method of tapping your wrist/hand to wash out the pain of bad memories that could have set a person's life on an emotional course away from rational thought. There's a more current method now I won't get into. Makes me think of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or a scene from That 70s Show when an angel offers to take away all Eric's happy memories of Donna. Sometimes it's hard to give up the bad, connected to what is still good. revised ▼ |