30 December 2009

the flight out.

like a midnight ocean,
little pockets of lights
dancing in its belly.

our lives grow ever smaller,
clouds of foam splash against hills,
break themsleves open,
swallowing up our diamonds.

soon an indigo expanse
silently rippling as far as my eyes can take me.
frozen it waits for the first reaches of dawn
and her brilliant light.

and i pretend we really do live at the bottom of the sea.

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