My Liquid Destinies!!

My Liquid Destinies!!




My hands reach
towards the sun
trying to grasp
the liquid veils
beyond which
sway destinies
waiting for
my liquid hands

My eyes look
through murky marshlands
so deceptive, alluring
yet I see
the horizon
white & bright,
watching, waiting
for my vision

Danger lurks
at my feet
stung by hot truth
I propel myself
weaving in and out of
chaos & order
apples & snakes
fantasy & reality

Do I see, really see?
or am I lost?
upon reaching yonder
will my hands
hold realized destinies?
or murk from
wasted marshlands?
wasteful imaginations
playful fantasies

Yet I leave
doubt at the bottom
by danger and reason
and others of similar stripe
I reach towards
the sweet comfort
grasping liquid veils
and fluid destinies

But for the dream, what am I??
But for the swim, won’t I die?