The Drifting Locks

Open the channel to receive the sea
Said the man washed in tears and bloodied arguments
Veins split and crushed by the weight of a dark light
And as his first sentence finished he collapsed in front of me.
When he found comfort in my chair and a warm drink
He just stared
Where he was staring I may never know
But his eyes never left that place and I heard the departure of his final breath.
I cannot do this by myself.
I placed my hand on his chest and cried words of hope that once again a beat, a movement may take hold
Of a broken body and give it life.
I waited
I looked
I cried
I waited.
I turned for the door and phone and touched the wall
As a whisper no louder than bare feet on grass
Kissed my ear and made me turn
Shadows dispersed and a flower opened…


0 Responses to “The Drifting Locks”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Subscribe to my feed Subscribe to Bluestare