Sunday, June 29, 2008


Drowning, sliding deep
Water calling restless seas
Beckoning playfully deceptive tides
Echoes lost in crashing waves
Nothing can surpass the days
Things swimming within reach
Fear invading violent shrieks
Sinking floating lulling water
Salty taste upon the tongue
Welcoming arms pulling down
Release the terror with last breath
The sea has won the soul is gone.

June 20, 2008 ©Saroya Poirier

1 comment:

Harem Nights Photography said...

I do like this poem. Thank you for sending me the link to this blog. I can keep up with you here.