Seven depths of darkness down
floating idle, sleepless still
lips that mouthed the murky sound
murmur unconscious, watery drones
and pass beyond the muted ear
to those who are left alone.
Pallor frozen, so pale beyond
those icy splashes of blue and gray
down to sinking far among
the sullen bed of floating weed
and know the chasm of your heart
filled with all those darkened dreams.
I do not know what sent you out
to reconcile with what once was
or recognize the speech dead mouth
that forever calls me back
repeating softly ghostly tremors
that summon me into the black.