Aqua Blue After
Thought
by Cassiopeia
Raine
.
It was only by that, of
a mere hour,
that the grasping of the
crack of day, had escaped me.
Instead, my late night
soul searching,
needfully flung me into
a sleep that lasted,
the entire morning, of
waking mans hours.
Classics of music, record
albums,
were scattered about the
room,
in a tribute of a concert
designed at length,
for emotion to be
provoked,
answers to be
prodded,
memories to be thought
upon,
with eye blinks producing
tears,
and the taste of the
tears
producing a secure fondness,
a sifting,
of the forgotten joys of
my heart.
In the depths of the sadness
of days gone by,
I then remember having
broken out,
in a laughter of rolling
thunder.
As last night I had initiated
again,
this ritual of
remembering
all that's possible to
observe from the past,
baiting my hook in anticipation
of a big catch.
Candles of many lengths
and diameters,
had last night shone their
form,
yet today, their forms
have been stolen from them,
sacrificed, in help for
my remembrance,
of yesterday's times, of
happenings, of peoples.
Their waxy content now,
hardened flattened,
in mischievous self's produced
shapes,
that unjustly define, the
time we spent,
together, into the early
morning.
The opaque light they had
thrown out,
guided my mood, to see
through the haze, to beyond.
The same as walking along
the beach in a fog,
alone, with the quiet
illuminance, of a lantern.
The tea tray I now stare
at,
is splattered with the
many tea droplets,
of the mirrored
stains,
that the motion of emotion
left behind,
from the countless dives
made
and the returns, in coming
up for air,
showing numerous attempts,
of going into the deep.
Tea marked proof, of deserting
the beach,
and plunging into the aqua
blue waters.
In search for the treasures
of the depth.
In search for everything
that I love of the truth.
In search of everything
that I was in days long past
to now assist me, in a
of counsel,
in that of the now, and
to instill the direction
that will hold me on my
duly designed course,
in the same line, on a
preconfirmed and reconfirmed path
concerning the who that
I am,
and the who
that I want to
stay.
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