Adrift

Azure,
a perfect silence
crystallized in tattletale eyes
lulling distance with ease.

Quiet relinquish
familiar surround where
void has chosen to reside.
A home unable to welcome
anything else.

There were times
everything...nothing
was but a pretense,
a charade to minimize
the pounding of life.
Vistas unfocused
world...reality...unreachable
landlocked.

Her song lures.
Cold this siren's soul
the lying complacent of
the deep, unbeknownst abyss.

Tattle tale blue
crying tears of silent truth
...yours alone.

SadieLu ©2013

I am spiritually moved by particular lines in this poem. Powerful finish.

So lovely to read you again Sadie..I could relate to this piece..♥

Thank you. I appreciate you sharing, reading.

Wonderful to see you, again. I cherish you.

Thank you.

Mornin..and I thank you.

Thank you, Jeff...should I be wearin green?

Good morning dear lady. I do to celebrate my Grandmother she was Irish and had a grand wonderful heart.
If you feel the spirit move you then yes by all means wear a little green.

The beauty of your words communicates even the harshest realities with serenity and grace...Another beautiful piece, Sadie....

a lovely piece.

You are lovely, thank you.

ah ms. Sadie
always so nice to find you here...

Very thought Provoking, nice write for sure....

Your thoughts encourage me, Thank you, Vicki.

I am here when the signal permits...I try to keep up with you. I love what you are doing.

Thank you for your thoughts. This is a wonderful place to share.