sorenbarrett

Mists of Melville

Adrift in a fog

far from shore/sure

Past memories

now vanishing and reappearing ghosts

breaking from the mist as slumbering spectral icebergs

dangerously submerged under a dark, cold sea

haunt me

like growlers, cast off a forgotten glacial dream

frozen echo\'s of past falling flakes and drops

driven by hidden collective currents

that would drown me in its black fathomless depths

silently they come

to wreck unwary ships

tearing their hull

hopelessly bilged

flooded

breaking their back

gutting their soul

only to melt again into the haze

They float adrift

unattached

over the obscure

womb of

watery depths