Drowning

In the dark lapidary existence
of my dreams lurks the staggering
hope of the drowning victim.

Arms thrashing
legs pumping
a watery scream
fighting it's way towards the surface.
where the water bubbles and heaves
in mindful agony, sharing
the last minutes of terror
with it's victim.

And...

There the water fights against
the thorny struggles of it's
short term lover, wishing
to caress it's new found
love in the bosom
of it's liquid embrace

It is just there
in the vain struggle
of my dreams
that hope,
faith's fallow friend,
sings it's siren call.

Too late...

hope like water
clutchs for nothing
and everything
feeling the agonized
death throes
struggling within the quiet
spiraling body of my dreams
as it drifts slowly towards
an indifferent future.