Soliloquy In A Tub

I possess the gliding tides of water:
Translucent and true.

Their perfect perfumes
Foam and bubble
To coat the surface.

Beneath the surface
The wondrous water
Knows no streak of daylight.

Like a drink
It hydrates

My awakening face
My brown curls
And that intangible wonder

Dubbed 'a mind.'

Like a sun of night
The light
Perches above the known tan sink.

It beams
It perceives

My introversion.

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I am a current undergraduate student working toward a career as a professional astronomer and poet., I have been writing poems by hand, and by typing, since before college. Each year brings me closer to publishing them.

Last updated June 25, 2011