Aqua Blue After Thought
by Cassiopeia Raine
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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 continuum 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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