Would it be so hard to be nothing again?
Moon-
struck
and alone.
I see cracks
in the light
and play
that tune
again.
Its discordance echoes in my head
and I feel the sway of the reeds.
Say that phrase for me again,
wash over my eyes
with rose
and yellow,
so I
may see
again,
that vermillion
sunset.
The ocean
breathes ragged.
Inhale the mist
and spray
and waves.
Maybe
this time will
be enough
to drown out
those other sorrows.