"There was a flood...."

....and it came over me like some sort of quiet fire from within.

earnest inspiration soaked in kerosene

ablaze 

 

lighting up the dark ink of the night sky 

even though i sat alone in the cold room. 

 

i wondered enough to wander 

through thick seas of remorse 

to find my ship set alight 

with no regrets. 

 

a burning funeral pyre for the misbegotten. 

the timbers crackle with singing flames 

taking delight in the unison.

 

 a fiery chorus of voices engulfed 

and indulged in their song. 

their wordless joy made all the more louder 

with colors dancing. 

 

a rocket Gibraltar nestled among the stars. i smiled twice with eyes closed in laughter and a tooth-baring grin wide as a riverbed....

for i can only go forward from here.

 

to cross the Pacific Ocean set afire.

stringing paper lanterns full of January embers glowing.

i stand steadfast at the bow of the ship. 

 

a taste of wine mixed with blood & cinders in my mouth. 

 

i drink deep from the bottle in passionate salute of those who came before me. a strange warmth rekindled in my heart. for when i set sail from this shore despondent i will feel alive once more....