Life Without

Thinking about a girl

Awakened into a dream of endless drift, once with reason, driven by a silken-ed beauty, lost to him by his own humanity, but safe on the strongest of currents.

Under a spell of perpetual blindness yielding only to her image.

Day by day, steering with neither star nor oar to extend his reach, motionless. 

Cold death creeps to purpose with a beating memory of her warmth fading.

His eyes close eternally and he says, "..."

I wake up