A cool poem about an odd dream of a journey that I always take in my own way... |
-Surface- by Keaton Foster The serpent of the sea Wondrous is the dream Riding upon his back Cracking a whip Screaming take me To where it is I’ve never been Down To the depths of my soul Down To the core of my abode Far beyond All that is known He lets out a scream Heavy I must be He jumps from the water The surface so clear High into the air I know Restful and assured That gravity Won’t be ignored Downward we will go Together him and I At the apex of his leap At the height of such madness Towards God above I do scream I am no closer to you Does it seem Just as quick Then We are falling free I fight to hang on As the speed of descending Infinitely builds up I can barely keep my grip The serpent closes his eyes I will not Full on I wish to see Everything as it is to be Hitting the water From such a height In any form of real life Would most certainly be fatal But from this I will survive I will further exist This is nothing more And absolutely nothing less Than an exercise of the mind Than an exploration of the soul Both it seems are intertwined One within themselves One within each other Here comes the surface The impact of all of my choices Is about to hit me full force After breaking the plane Of such an existence To the true depths Of both my mind and soul I’ll go Will I ever surface again I don’t know The serpent won’t speak Nothing of our journey Will I ever be told He is doing what I say What the force of my whip conveys With one final crack Upon his serpentine back Him and I will disappear Into the swirling darkness Of what I have yet to see Wondrous is the dream Wicked is this scheme Surface Only after I know And quite certain Of what is down below… Surface Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |