A fool such as I
Building castles in the sand
A ship of love
With hollow hull
A jump from the edge
Of the ledge
Dying, trying,
To defy...loves gravity
Still waters run deep
Often true fades to blue
Yet darkness of a loosing pit
Seems to gravitate
Challenging
The very essence
Of the soul
Life itself
Remains in question
While purple eyes
Found to be made of jade
And breathe
Shall go on
Until someday
Turning to finality
Hearing a final gasp
Signifying...the end
6/8/02
Copyright © 2002 Dennis Hicks