There's a crashing in my ears, <br />having conversations with my soul, <br />asking unanswerable questions <br />of a weary resolve. <br />Floating....Drifting.... <br />On an ocean of uncertainty <br />the tide beats like a drum <br />of every broken heartbeat. <br />Washing...Cleansing... <br />I drift towards an amber horizon, <br />wonder whether a flat world <br />would greet my curious feet. <br />Fading...Receding... <br />Out, then in amidst the waves, <br />still frothing their teeth <br />before biting the sand. <br />There...you stand... <br />waving... <br />calling me back to shore, <br />open arms gesture, <br />begging for my heart. <br />Through azure shaded glasses <br />I watch...I wonder... <br />do I float... <br />or fall... <br />back into love. <br /> <br />7/8/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afloat/
