Stone Ocean

I reach my hand out towards you

Knowing you're lightyears away.

Like a statue I stand there still

Without any sign of life.

The Sun draws a C-curve in the sky

By running from one end to the other.

Amusing himself as if he's teasing a cat with laser pointer.

He lights up my face from different directions

Giving me a false sense of movement.

Tears slowly contour my face like a painter

But there's no colour or harmony.

Maybe someday the wells in my eyes will dry

When I turn to stone completely.

Maybe moss will cover my face

To hide the expressions,

To save me from pity of the stars.

Maybe the arm will finally break

After years of being a landing pad for the birds of prey.

Or maybe the Sea will come

And hide me forever

In a sarcophagus wrapped in seaweed.

1 2

I'd love to hear some critique. Be merciless.