I Drink from the Moisture in My Soul

Crashing with the waves
Under my skin, I move
Through the day -
Sitting among sweaty bodies,
Inhabiting dark worlds
Within or stolidly taking
A few square inches of space.

The burning sun stays out,
A reminder of the power
I've been giving away.
I shift, and the ocean
Shifts with me, filling
Alleys, corners, and secret bays.

Returning dreams aren't
A piece of cake, as I talk
Through my demons mingled
In many mischievous shapes.
At such times, my soul
Bears open - a candid glass
Of wine, sparkling through old
Feelings casting shadows -
Giant sharks on display.

As my eyes open out into
Inveterate space, the light years
Catching up before my next blink,
Each night turns into a page
In a bedside book, even as the
Soul lake rises with the castrated moon.

One tide at a time, thoughts loom
Darker than the night's rest.
Lake turns into ocean
Turns into well, and before
The dream shatters, a deep
Profound silence prevails.

Each bone then awakens
To a morning formed
From the cauldron of experience.
I breathe the rain from
My being, each drop dancing
To a singing pain,
Now settled, now freed.