Ramble

All of this incessant talking
sometimes it needs to end

let's sit
with our fairy tales
and our monsters
in sweet silence

and imagine

in the same urgent cry
for something better than
chaos of an ordinary kind

the ice is crashing into the ocean
the seas rise above my head

and i am unable to stay afloat
without
a helping hand to carry me

the magic is somewhere
to be found

in the written word
a love letter
a summons

bridge common bonds
and reveal an opening

for the spirit to be
liberated vindicated
exonerated
contemplated

after passing
friends gathered round

but who will walk through the gates
as a true companion

who can we depend on in this life
not to disappoint us so greatly

that we lose all sense of hope

I try to look forward
but struggle against it

like i'm running through dry sand
my feet scorched
and skin blistered from the
deadly rays