sorenbarrett

Love has many levels

Inside walls of hate, bottomless waters of love

distress calls echo in silence, pushed in by a secret fel

a broken chain, rock sidings, no bucket above

the kiss of hell leaves rusted ripples on the surface of the well

 

a light once kindled, leads from far away

the rope strands frayed, decayed, hope lingers

vomiting emotions of a drowning day

clouds slip through my fingers

 

moldering memories their smell overpowering

awakens me from blissful sleeps

in this moss green hole, shadows souring

as down this hole, light seeps

 

An aqueous phoenix evaporating toward the sky

an ark and dove floating on a rainbow\'s myth

from a water pit planted in dirt\'s eye

emerging from Jonah\'s watery grave, the pith