I breathe <br />Through my memories <br />Or I would die. <br />I run through constant streams <br />Of tears, <br />And I <br />Still wait for Spring. <br />And things she truly meant <br />To sing. <br />But it's getting late. <br />And I'm drifting out to sea. <br />I read letters <br />To myself <br />Etched in my rhyme. <br />I gather dust <br />On the shelf <br />An unwanted toy. <br />I call <br />'I love you' to a shadow <br />In silent scream of mime. <br />As her beauty is still cradling my joy <br />On distant shore, <br />Where <br />Love took me from my knees <br />To the floor. <br />So I crawl <br />Down alleyways of darkness. <br />With a candle <br />Hopefully. <br />But my paradise <br />Is on a slow boat. <br />Drifting out to sea.<br /><br />Kevin East<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-out-to-sea/
