Sunday, January 08, 2012

The Vortex


The Vortex


Like every good vortex
Should be, I'm spinning.
Lost in the spin,
I cannot see shape.
Only the blurry haze,
Of someone I knew,
Caring and special too.


Deep into the pit,
As if life were being
Drawn into, my eyes.
Shape-shifting she does it
Again, and I spin.


But up into the air,
Away from the ground.
No longer sight, only sound,
She is upon the wind,
That will never recind.