Listen – as the cold liquid plays, trickling into the drain;
To the melody in the hypnotic waterfall.
The whirlpool, in its spiraling descent, is growing.
There is a siphonic beckoning, the pipes can`t contain -
A swirling, symphonic, echoing sprawl;
As the recollections swell, like a sapphire wave flowing.
Caught in time`s flux (its emotionless motions),
Ticks and tocks, are the drips and drops.
A half-hung head spins, clogged with notions,
Splashes ring as the faulty faucet – never stops.
The mind is flooded, and it can hardly apprehend
The cyclonic thoughts, which stream and twist.
Once dissipated memories, now gather and accumulate;
Solitarily they are transparent, but opaque in aggregate.
On arrival, they cloud; like fresh steam and mist…
A haze of errors – foggy mistakes, time cannot mend.
The condensation – pooled upon the mirrored glass
Now, recedes and slowly fades; like the mystical morning dew
Kissing the wilting emerald blades, on a torrid dawning day.
The water ceases to accrue; but, as the minutes pass,
A stranger`s stare – the fallen optics notice – is
precipitating into view.
Two empty eyes, barren silence – as all else drains away.
Composed By: A. D.
