Like the tides of a nighttime sea, My brilliance wavers and diminishes My words are buried into the moisture of life’s poisons Misfortune clenches my throat from expressing my visions I have plunged into such dark depths Of this mind Without a clear understanding of your devotion Without a better realization Of your never-ending affection Of your ever-pressing lips Onto the prize where your sweet-searching eyes visualize The golden nuances of your genius The pressure of those winning words The winds dance with my intellect, Jolting my heart in loud, silent jeers The waves, black and dusky wait to smother As I crawl into the arms of another This mind still spurts All words that cannot be conjured All feelings that cannot be muttered Truth drowns in the asphyxiation of unfamiliar grounds Rising from these depths as the moonlight glares This mind still spurts As the rising sea In all of its misery Remembers your words and yearns