Uncharted

I have tried to sail these waters, but I find it hard with your
Lingering absence evaporating my way out of this hole
The cogs and screws tick and turn slowly as you consume my time
I can feel the breeze tease my hair, just like you always did
The glare of your emerald iris has seared a pain in my own tired eyes
I can't help but stare at the sun to burn away your apology.
These waters have been navigated before, but I find myself lost
And there you are already,on the other side of the world, out of the
Water and out of the sun, sleeping in the shade of your success
Your paint has stained my fingers and I think of oil whenever I feel
The colors merge. The prose of our past floats against the tide,
Only to be caught by some lost and hungry bird,
I have no ink to write with, no paint to color, no lips to taste
I have only myself to question time with, but the clock is gone
It fell over the side of the boat, a glint of its face blinks under
The surface, and I dive into the water, just like I had dived into the
Ocean of your eyes, but I was too late, and
Time sank to the bottom
Of the void
The clock was geometrical, it was synthetic and It lied
I wanted it back so I could have apart of you with me
As I float around in this sea of change, where a clock is always
Ticking
I have dropped both paddles over the side in hopes that destiny will
Take me to where it is I need to go
But that was a stupid thing to do
The motor coughs thick fumes of acid into the air and blinds me
I didn't even know that I had been beached upon the sands of your Hell
In a suicidal attempt I fall out of the boat, hoping to sink to some
Conclusion, but instead I got
A spoonful of acrid sand that rotted my
Tongue and singed my skin, the smell of burnt hair hangs in the air
My sight returned when the moon came out, the diamond in the sky
Alone, like myself, orbiting its only love
I crossed oceans and deserts and now the black of space
Searching for some trace of your desired existence.
Tomorrow the clouds will sail the skies in frenzies
For the sun has grown cruel, and we as a species of comfort
Must object the enemy and hide in our artificial shadows
but here in this ocean of despair, there is only me and the sun
I must endure the ignorance of the white buoys that float not here
But always somewhere else
And time beats on like a cerebral heart
The astral clock that pours familiar blood and cold life down my throat
Blinks, ticks and shutters like the eye of a horse,
Harassed by monochrome colored flies
A blinking progression ceaseless and undisturbed
Until the dream has concluded
Until the ink has spilled and drowned a million secret words
A distant light hymns like a hungry flame, starved but yet burns bright still

Author's Note

Something I found