Island Sences.
I wake up in a time where, There are no people. I stalk the shore where spiders crawl benethe my feet, I scream out a little, as they retreat, And watch a butterfly, Stalk the sky. No human, catches my eye, None to scare or cause me fright, Just some hoverfly, crusing by night. I wake up to a moonlit tree, Leaves casting their shadows upon me. In an lonely island are no traces of emotion, None to see, so none to dispose of, I neither smile nor cry, Just watch the birds soar the sky. I crawl among a heard of ants, Leave raindrops behind their tiny feet, Moving sand in their cautious retreat. Dipped in ink next I see, A mountain right beside of me. With swollows falling gracefully. A whale's tail departs from the sea, The rush of spray coating me, The warm night sky warms me with a breeze, In this infinate world we see, The starving mind of a longing dream. One that probably will never be. Boneata Bell October 18th 2011 23:28