Ink

The feeling of starting to write

The stars wash over me

Like waves from a distant shore

Cold and soft

Like mixed metaphors

And dark marches on around 

The corners of my eyes

Glittering 

Like sand-soaked tides

All around, the world hums

A million different tunes

And my fingers

Drag through them like fish through the dunes 

Looking for the single current 

Hidden in the wind and the jagged grains

Like an ocean

Hidden in the multitudes of rain 

And I take dark pleasure in seeking

Like a shark who drives and sways

On and on and on

In the flooded pathless ways

Or a jellyfish who melts and shifts

Like sugar glass or clementine roe

Like wandering 

Words finding as they go

Sometimes the water comes gentle

Like darkling ink from a well

Or else my castles 

Crash to sand as it rises and it swells

Sometimes I am floating liquid safe 

Or else I am drowning in the deep

Feeling all the music

In all the flooded keeps

Author's Note

Any reviews or comments would be great!

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

It's like catching the right wave or current of inspiration and just riding it.
I liked this.