Roth + Grania Part III: Selmis

Escape Waves

The rising of the waters
Distracts not from the escape
From a lonely past she runs
Onto sand, under dark skies

The long stretches of the beach
Given footprints in her wake
Became a page of word-pains
Paragraphs of her lost hope

Written on grains were her lies
Each shed through her slowing feet
Years of life left behind her
A parade of ghosts fading

Cast out from the many dead
She’d lived through cold loneliness
Trapped in white walls and crowded
Unknown or hunted, both hurt

At last she found dry drift wood
To which she fed great, bright sparks
Kindling flames to warm and light
To keep her from her sorrow

She sat beside the fire
Soaking up it’s heat inside
Allowing it to hold her
Because no one wanted to

The grey clouds above closed in
Blackening a sunset sky
Taking of the soft red light
Not touching that beside her

Waters moved in toward shore
Slowly moving walls around
A lowering mass above
Forming a crushing cocoon

The smoke rising fed the sky
A bled offering calling
Pulling the storm down to speak
To preach its dark destruction

Back to the flames her eyes turned
Always their dance was for her
A comfort in all her dreams
A friend to the friendless soul

Hypnosis and sleep filled her
Pulling her down to the sand
Heat and exhaustion covered
Blessing her with her lost sleep