I am beginning to think that I am falling, further in than I would like;
standing on the shore line.
Wanting to step in, yet the depths of the water are misleading and I slip and fall , held down by the waves, the comfort of the water and the drawing of the tide, ebbing and flowing, dragging me out to an unknown destination.
I do not know if I can swim or float or drown in your consuming fire.
How I wish that you were here to save my longing soul.
Plunged into unknown depths of wanting what cannot be.
Rll. 2016- October