THE TRESPASSER

Blood sweeps across my face
In a liquid motion of gentle tides
Marching across the horizon
Like dead solders in a war
Trapped through time... through all eternity
In ghostly waves of bonding flesh.
White water rushing, the grim reaper blushing
Pale and sinister indeed is my soul
Slice open my heart and listen closely
To the emptiness inside,
Listen!
To the tranquility that hides within,
Give ear to my voice
As it’s carried through the currents
Of love, of pain
And loneliness...

Brian Grisham, 1998