I wake, jagged and aching, a half-cut boulder;
throw me in the water, I will not rise.
Dead weights at my fingertips, salt on my cheeks,
I’ve become nothing, a stone in the sea.
I remember: the ocean yearns for the shore,
waves caressing the sand, an unrequited love.
Throw your rocks, skip your stones,
perhaps they’ll rise to kiss distant lands.
I am but a pebble, a dot in the universe,
but fall in deep, and you will see:
a dot is but the beginning of an infinite line;
an epic saga of sentence length.
A sinking boulder, a singing ocean.
Write your words, and I’ll tell my stories.
We’ll watch them drift, sink, or float,
but we don’t know how far they’ll go.
About the Creator
Lilia
dreamer of fantasy worlds. lover of glutinous desserts.
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Comments (1)
So many achingly beautiful phrases in this poem.