state of confusion
Please forgive naivete and ignorance,
they seem to be lacking compass
for an exodus of time now passed,
vast in terms of vacillation.
Against fierce riptides, with religious conviction
swimming in dimensions of life, love, and sin,
we crashed in worry, signs of salvation
safeguarded in the mirroring clouds.
Spinning slowly, orbiting planets
smashed elongated echoes that veiled you.
Even silver vanishes in Venusís palms,
sea green silk you were in her eyes.
Even though we could not touch,
it was made more delicious by
the salty spray of someday.
(c) 2000 Corinne Bailey