As you dance in the minefield of bubbles

Thoughts readying to burst

A hundred cares brought to different lights

The oily, slick surface smiling impishly

A call to arms

A call to order

A call to beckon the discontent

To entice the brutality of raw passion in the late hours of darkness

Where secrets pass jovially forth

 

An echo begins

Warning of before

Warning of not-now

The fatal misstep burdening

The weary traveler guiding destiny

With a sign and raised thumb

Some innocent pawn caught in happenstance

The Siren call soothing the savage sailors of life’s voyage

The somber crew forgetting lovelier ports

The lonely trek broken by shards of memory

Splintered romances of vital life