as the seas collect dust

as the seas collect dust
an rather strange perception runs through me
the divine hand of something cold
an unholy sinking feeling that covers me
a deserted rain blowing west into the lost night
and i hear your hands
and i know your laughter
as my mind tries to wrestle down

and in this dream like day after
the unmasked seas collecting dust
the chambers of a heart
that must not be abandoned..
v.