Poetry archive from the mental hospital

A Map

Drawling desire devours our timeline
with a swallowed sacred promise
that taunts the music in my mind.
I want to bask in your everything.
Do you remember the day we went to the ocean?
We sat and contemplated the universe.

Now I reminisce with every verse
as I wait in line
for it to be my turn. My thoughts crash like the ocean
but I promise
I won't let them drown me. But that's the thing,
I don't know if I'm the ventriloquist of my mind.

These words are shaky, but pay no mind
to their vehemence. I watch the universe
in your eyes light and shade like there's something
out of place. Your wavering face knots the timeline
and erodes at the strength of our promise.
I hadn't the time for the untangling. A steady ocean

ebbs and flows in my chest. This ocean will constant remind
me if all whom I miss.
Beyond you and i is a universe
of worries strewn amongst parallel timelines.
How have we walked blind and treated it like nothing?

Or maybe your lids have been ajar. The thing
is, I am unable to interpret the swell of your minds ocean.
Things will have to fall in line,
but it's the clock that will remind
us of all the universe
holds ahead at the brink of our promise.

And I do- I do promise. I promise
to savor everything
you say. To envelop myself in each verse
of your songs. To take you back to the ocean
and you can swim in my mind.
See clearly the solidity of our timeline.

And if that timeline is ever broken with a new promise,
know that fathers mind will hold regret for everything.
He will recede the oceans and stir the universe.