Three
The moon burns bright,
the sign comes clouded
upside down I lie awhile
see it straight
a road unto itself
my flaming hell,
my fading oblivion.
Straight down we follow
the glow,
hope
flickers distant
a hollow echo.
The river to the ocean
always flows,
the moon to the sun
I always follow.
I swim the deep,
I lose my feet,
silent are the screams
drowning out my dreams.
I sacrifice my heart
to the sea, my mind
to the desert beyond me
for in the heat I see all three,
every piece shatters unique.
©JM.Cole