Reverb

Echoing silence reverberates as I sit transfixed. Focusing attention to the question; never needing to relinquish this, the end to our beginning. Sinking while singing in the hurricane; buried beneath the water. Somber, I wonder? Dreaming a world my own, a place without restrictions & needless questions. Such negativity belongs to the dead. Instead of weeping, why not sing: instead of sorrow, why not dream, & still I dream. Never finding a love I can call my own, I fade away into the sun.