It's an inescapable fate to drown in his eyes. <br />They often say...sink, or swim, <br />but what if both options open doors <br />I cannot enter. <br />Fear entangles wishes I whisper to the wind <br />before sleep delivers desires worth flying to, <br />and plucks hidden answers <br />from subliminal suggestions. <br />From his first gentle word I wanted him, <br />he breathes life into seashell ears. <br />Waves, crashing waves of ideas <br />we seem to share. <br />And, yet, I sink on this tide of romance <br />as others swim. <br />Who's outstretched promises throw me a line, <br />bringing shelter from storms of memories long dead, <br />and all I want answered is... <br />am I sinking, <br />or swimming again <br />in his eyes. <br /> <br />2/9/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inescapable-fate/
