A budding writer's collection

Murky Waters

I'm floating, barely,

In the sky for stars,

Maybe I'm the moon's moon

Tendrils of seaweed,

I'm breathing, barely

The pull reaches for the beat within,

Maybe the water carries the answers

Salty water, it looks muddied green,

Broken life, it flows as a melody stripped of its soul

Tears lose meaning in the holy confluence,

Grimy green meets the bluest of blues

I'm sinking, slowly,

The stars fade into unremarkable dots,

And the moon couldn't care less

As it dances with milk-black clouds

Moon's moon, stars' sky,

Friend's friend, foe's foe

Lover's dream, artist's muse

A song's beats as the song fades

Those final moments with no clock in sight,

The midnight hues and the pearly whites

A sigh, regrets race me ahead into the watery grave

And there the song ends in the silent sea.