[ A C A E S U R A ]

[ A  C A E S U R A ]


Reflect
on what I’ve said.

 

 


I’ve laden lies with truth;
my heart has not betrayed you
whilst my mind maps out a world
and leaves you far behind.

If you pause to consider
how this starshine dwindles
over the silent solent
this love has become a graveyard.

Perhaps I’ll become Pacific,
drown my desire in northern lights
and cold winter nights;
I’ll let the frostbite kiss my lungs.

I return to the bottom of the ocean,
a place to pause,
a place to dream,
a place to remake my heart.

The End

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