The breaking and cracking womb of my stillness,
with the white clouds of invisible shadows, begging for merciful fullfilness.
echoes from below, tempting me to look down
this place I am at, silence is the only sound
So this still picture I have of you, in my hands of sand
the crawling waters replenishing my thirst of that dark band.
I look at my mirror of mind plans
technical too much I thought, exploring much with my own vans
Let me rather enjoy the airless room of hope
still waiting by your sight, your strong eyes of warmth I could no cope
so I still to this day, long by years
your smile of mine still brings me joy of tears.
I love how that sounds - "womb of my stillness" - the depth from that is incredible.
Really interesting write! The wording was unique and there is a lot woven between the lines. This memory, this picture of this person, is with you and gives you sustenance it seems.