Trouble.

Brewing on my mind,
Why are you so blind?
I can feel it rise –
Like a dying sun.

Brave.
Everything’s unchanged –
Billowing like waves;
Heart inside a cage.

Easier said,
Harder done my friend,
I am sailing on an empty sea –
can you still hear me?

Free.
Flying, drifting – we.
Trying hard to breathe,
A world of make believe;

Feel me.
Darling, skin on skin;
Wearing love so thin,
Burns like cold wind.

Sin.

(In the middle of a brewing storm, Dorian, Florida 9/1/2019)