The waters of Life
I go down to where the boats at bay
Shove off and just drift away
Overhead comes out a star
A planet I wondered Venus or Mars
I lay down upon wooden planks
It had that musty scent that smells so dank
One by millions the stars came out
I reach up but they were too far about
Surely I could find just one of my own
Before my body just turned to bone
Floating around in rippling by dark
I wondered about just how stark
The space between emptiness and spark
The distance between each distant mark
A shooting star crossed from west to east
Burning out, snuffed out without relief
Then an owl flew by on silent wings
Across the waters I could hear the crickets sing
I sat up and listened to a lapping sound
The waters of life all around
8-16-2012 12: 21 A.M.
poem by Midnights Voice
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