Serge noire Serge Lutens 2008

Here I arrive
and pause
the door gently falls
into the
lock.

Now passed
fulfilled years
crumble in grace
like wilting flower cups.

In the murky light
my thoughts
quietly nestled
in undulating forests of seaweed.

Reality
only a reflection
deep below pumps
the heart full of lead.

A glance back
into laughing eyes
and then the step
the free
fall.