Overwhelmed I sink,

Deep in grey earth and festive water,

Confused froth playful,

With ego bare.

 

Warmth setting to nothingness,

Screaming to the deaf,

Shadows in the vastness,

Invoking, challenging and sere.

 

Restless seagulls bellow,

Of what souls know, cannot.

 

Still, shores once kissed,

Ripples of what was;

Footprints of what has been,

On sparkling cold crisp snow.

 

Alone in the nothingness,

Beneath magnificent dry strokes.

Faintness of moon now,

Basking, seducing and numb.

 

Diamonds peek and whisper,

Of what souls know, may be.