From aimless seas <br />mountains loom <br />like clouds. <br /> <br />They call to us, <br />weary sailors all, <br />and promise <br />soft sand, palm trees, <br />and beautiful natives, <br />lusting for new blood, <br /> <br />better than this interminable dance <br />of crest with trough, <br />azure fusing endlessly <br />into the unbroken <br />cerulean sea. <br /> <br />For, you see, we love enclosures, <br />tight, soft places, <br />cushions beneath our feet, <br />shadowy corners, <br />smoldering coals. <br /> <br />In dark rooms <br />our eyes grow wide <br />and summon forth <br />mystic sight: <br /> <br />ethereal forms, <br /> <br />dancing light.<br /><br />Steven Federle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-spaces-terrify/
