Is that the world drowning in the rain

Or is that just me

submerged

in the chaos of living

Rising for a shaky breath

again, and again.

I have lost the distinction, somewhat.

Who knows what life intends

What lies beyond its many bends

Where joy begins

Where pain ends

Or does it?

Well, maybe. And maybe not.

On and on I flow

Looking for my destiny

Lying curled up somewhere

Under an unsuspecting leaf

A piece of pristine ivory

Hiding the precious ebony

I'm determined to find her out

I'll rise and fall with the raging storms

Stop not for a heartbeat

Until night recedes

Giving way to a glowing morn

Until the day

When the secrets spill out

Emptying its guts

And cleansing its mouth

Until the blessed moment

Of truth

When cheese will be cheese

And chalk will be chalk

Beyond all possibility of doubt.

I'll hang on,

Hold tight, stay strong

The time will come, for indubitable turnabout. 

© Manic Sylph 2016