Synesthesia.

"Empty and opaque; give your pearls to the sea."


Swirling 
I grasp the rope 
trying to keep 
above the water 
I taste the blue 
of the waves; 
they crash 
one by one, 
four by four. 
sun fulfills the 
role. 
I hear the bright 
light filling my 
skin- 
flowing over, luxuriating the soul 
with melodies yet 
unknown. 
songs melt with 
amber molded through. 
All I know- 
puffed away by a 
breath of rain. 
shimmering haze is 
what is heard. 
the scent of 
multicolored raindrops 
inhaled. 
Or teardrops? 
Who can tell? 
Not I, the cloudful 
tempest. 
Broken love song 
fills my heart, 
overflowing the 
stars of promise. 
single tune 
rains from above. 
I am floating on 
a sea of clouds, 
lightly grasping 
the mournful sky. 
The wind swirls, 
trembling between 
wakeful and 
alone.


Vanessa. ((