riding this raft of life
tumultuous waves
never-ending sunlight
cascade upon a withering soul

at onset, the raft held true
calm seas felt
fresh paint deflecting
brackish water, glistening

as the day wore on
the raft became cautious
bolts for support loosened
seeping aboard; penetrating

the waves did come
splashing beyond the barrier
engulfing with pressure
innocence and inexperience

the sun did come
erasing negative replenishment
into thin air it did go
yet, good things compiled

the raft became arid
shriveling up, aging
so quickly, the raft's engine
sputtering

with that last put, put, put
nightfall scoured the ocean
the waves receded
moonlit funeral

01/02/2006

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Posted on 05/19/2007
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