What are these murky pools
that seem to sit behind my mind’s eyes,
shallow water away from the shores of my illusion,
weighed down in the darkest depths of aloneness;
created illusion or instilled delusion,
rising from the darkness of my imagination
or moving towards the shore
as the shallows become deeper and
still.
What are these murky pools that I seem to wade in,
in increments of time and space.
Stop me before I stop loving what I do.
Hold before I forget the warmth of your embrace.
Remove me from this moment before I become lost in time
and drown in the murky pools of stillness. | SLJ
I don't want to stop doing what I love. I must be sure to not stop loving what I do. Thanks.