Rushing in headlong
Against the tide of reason
Words like arrows piercing
My clouded mind.
Softly, softly do not startle.
Words of adoration and soothing.
Slowly, slowly quiet and low
For all is not well in the mind of the silent.
Easy to be fooled and lead astray.
But under the silence flows a sea
Pulsing with each beat of a somnolent heart
Ebb and flow, in and out
And all at once we drown
Breathe in its gloomy depths...
Breathe slow….slow……s….l…o….w
