Thursday

SLIPPING GENTLY?

There are no windows in this silent place
Only rooms and corridors - only space
On the brink I hover and gaze down
Into a deep deep pool where I could drown

A drowsy peace creeps over me
And I slip nearer, nearer to the beckoning sea
All would be peace and deep tranquility
If I allow the pounding waves to keep me company
It's in the vast unknown regions where I now climb
Into the corridors of my troubled mind.

2 comments:

MONA said...

poignant!

It brings tears to my eyes.

ann said...

Maria... I've thanked your lovely daughter for guiding me here and allowing me to share your wonderful words... many witty, many moving and all marvellous