|
the final- Sea
by Racquel CervantesI've written my life
on three-quarters of a page;
my soul and all its folds,
this scrap is all I
need.
I would tell you [my] contents,
but do the words
even matter?
Instead, I will hand a single
candle to a stranger walking past.
A final remembrance of my spirit;
its small existence in a
sea of immensity.
Ebbing and flowing;
little tea lights, pulsing
through darkness. 03/17/2011 Posted on 03/17/2011
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/22/11 at 08:09 PM ...raquel, what a delight of words. i love the movement of my mind/spirit/soul[if you will]. a quick dab to paint this scope of the landscape o' Universe. clap, clap, clap. |
|
