i am floating out at sea.
at the end of my sight
a flash of
something familiar
once golden,
and perfect
so easy and gentle
there was the
inevitable crash
that split the night
and my life
took another path
i cling to the night
because within it
is the flicker
the memory of
what could have been
i am reaching out now
to press my fingers
into this glow
but it is too far
and my grasp
finds only the void
the moments
between the dark
and the light
are suffocating
and i am
just here waiting
for the anchor
to make it all
better.