Amendment

Eyes in the sea;
dual pinpoints flashing
amongst the rolling waves.
Tumbled feathers loll
beneath the cloud bundles -
the wind forces itself
upon me.

The remedy exquisitely crafted.
A balm sweetly steeped;
its fragrance curled across my lip.
Smoldering upon the tongue;
the dream gently ruffled.
Partaken to the ease
the emptiness.

A piquancy
sharp and sweet,
of what is seen and felt;
of people whose lives
slip by leaving trails
of scintillating energy -
that touch me.

Eyes float through
nights of stumbling.
Halting breaks subside
then swell until
the arm’s reach fails
and I am washed away
by what I sense
and how I see.


© 2002 Melissa Songer