Underwater, I can still dream. Oxygen gets low, and starlight’s lost, but I can still dream. It feels like inhaling a storm, a beautiful, almost suffocating star-implosion inside of me.
It’s almost February now. Water-drops fall off my lips and disappear quickly.
Silent waves crush on my skin and every secret kept in the sea, is now flowing inside of me. I drift, lungs filled with saltwater and tears.
& underwater, I can still dream.
Very nicely written. With February coming, the snow will last a bit more before it starts becoming water and going away.
Oh my goodness! I really like this, you really do have a gift of writing poetry.
I REALLY like this one! Its so beautiful, but sad at the same time.
Beautiful. The imagery just gets me!
This sounds good. Thank you for sharing.
That’s really sad and really beautiful