A bit aimless, maybe.

Drifting, I am drifting again, inner currents
Of random thoughts leading me where they
May, as I have not the skill to navigate these
Channels, their complexity a mystery that is
Ever changing, even as I am pulled along

Tugged this way and that, unseen forces
That conjure silent images of what has
Gone before, I am hypnotized by the power
These thoughts

Dreams

Memories

Have over me, yes all around me, darkened
Waters whose depths I could not begin to
Fathom, and yet I strive to understand even
So, because my nature demands it, answers
To questions made useless by the passage

Of time, lost forever like so many yellowed
Pages in a book long since tossed away, a
Careless gesture now tinged by some strange
Regret, my life a sea change marked by saltwater
Tears that have yet to fall because-perhaps-there

Is no one to hear me weep as I drift ever further
Away from the shores of wakefulness, darkness
Rising, the vast oblivion of sleep my final destination
On a voyage fraught with familiar unknowns, breathing
Deeper as I am quickly swept toward whatever secret

Lies in wait to devour me…


END

“Currents”