An Escape Route from the Deep

Like a rapidly descending diver,
the flesh of her mind imprints itself,
against the bones of her skull.

I can't wait to take a syringe,
and trace the wrinkles of your pain,
and release all that has crushed you.

I long for the day, when all the dark disappears,
that you can dance again, within your own imagination,
that your tongue would lick the greenness of the land,
and I could get caught up in it all, just to spend a moment with your soul.

Close your eyes and find a moment behind those lids,
because when you open them again,
there will be a different world ahead of you,
where colors will flip their present nature.

So take the paint brush of your hand,
and etch below your feet everything but sand.