AuraBell
06-08-2005, 06:53 PM
I'm gonna post this, its still under construction.
Boat of Dreams
A vessel softly passes by the golden shingle
Its passengers are dowsed with eternal dust
You see a finger lazily rubbing away the everyday dirt
Lightly brushing over the many imprinted grooves.
Look closer -
Identify the plum engravings embellished just below the bow
Let the name sink in: Boat of Dreams
Whisper it, focusing on the occupants slumped
Notice the half-empty glasses beside them
They have been drugged.
How could this happen, you allegedly ask yourself?
Then a voice interrupts your thoughts,
“Shame. Such a shame.”
Curiosity overwhelms you
The temptation to know everything is too much.
You wonder, “What’s a shame?”
Echoing words murmur
The question is left unanswered
You become bubbles,
The sea’s salvia
Whisked away from the boat
By the silvery tide
Left with your soul’s wan reflection
Invisible.
The reflection is corrupted
As the bubble cluster channel through,
An army of soapsuds
Caught in the briny folds
Waves drag you further into the unknown.
A smudge appears
Ominously edging closer –
It sweeps into focus,
Steadily becoming clearer.
Your soul tenses
The natural humane instinct forwards the message
And fear graces you with its presence
Completely crushing hope.
Boat of Dreams
A vessel softly passes by the golden shingle
Its passengers are dowsed with eternal dust
You see a finger lazily rubbing away the everyday dirt
Lightly brushing over the many imprinted grooves.
Look closer -
Identify the plum engravings embellished just below the bow
Let the name sink in: Boat of Dreams
Whisper it, focusing on the occupants slumped
Notice the half-empty glasses beside them
They have been drugged.
How could this happen, you allegedly ask yourself?
Then a voice interrupts your thoughts,
“Shame. Such a shame.”
Curiosity overwhelms you
The temptation to know everything is too much.
You wonder, “What’s a shame?”
Echoing words murmur
The question is left unanswered
You become bubbles,
The sea’s salvia
Whisked away from the boat
By the silvery tide
Left with your soul’s wan reflection
Invisible.
The reflection is corrupted
As the bubble cluster channel through,
An army of soapsuds
Caught in the briny folds
Waves drag you further into the unknown.
A smudge appears
Ominously edging closer –
It sweeps into focus,
Steadily becoming clearer.
Your soul tenses
The natural humane instinct forwards the message
And fear graces you with its presence
Completely crushing hope.