There's a crashing in my ears,
having conversations with my soul,
asking unanswerable questions
of a weary resolve.
Floating....Drifting....
On an ocean of uncertainty
the tide beats like a drum
of every broken heartbeat.
Washing...Cleansing...
I drift towards an amber horizon,
wonder whether a flat world
would greet my curious feet.
Fading...Receding...
Out, then in amidst the waves,
still frothing their teeth
before biting the sand.
There...you stand...
waving...
calling me back to shore,
open arms gesture,
begging for my heart.
Through azure shaded glasses
I watch...I wonder...
do I float...
or fall...
back into love.
7/8/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afloat/
