La Grenouillere
I stand there I admire the beauty of this scene
What else am I supposed to do? I can't tear my eyes awayfrom the ripples in the pond and the intricate designs carved into the wood of the boats
I could go for a swim and have a laugh with my neighbors
I would much rather gaze from afar
The sun is shining bright and beating down on my exposed skin
Its days like these that make me miss how it used to be
When I didn't have to stand here alone because I had you by my side
But this will go on
Time won't cease just because you're gone
By the Seashore
How it got to be this late I have no clue
Somehow my drawing turned into a sketch of Poseidon
Perhaps I was daydreaming of the underworld, the forgotten city of Atlantis
All I envision as his trident stares me in the face are mermaids and seaweed
All I see are tedious lines connected by the promise of a whole outcome
If I were a fish I would never fear those who could end me at any moment
Why live in fear when I can breathe underwater?
Its easier for me to pretend that there is more to this world than us
than to act like what we see and know and hear is all there is
What about what we feel and hope?
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