Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Sunken - April 17, 2012 

 

My feet are sinking into snow
Ice numbed, they carry forth.
I look back to see how far I've come
But as I’ve travelled so far 
I see my feet have sunken in sand,
Now lost amid desert dunes

 
My feet are burning among sand grains.

Each lost step ahead, is one breath lost along

But the scorpion trail is hope for life

Till I find it long dried of its flesh

And as my feet are sucked in quicksand
It's me who sank into a dream

 

My feet are free to run away

Straight into the depth of my dream

There, where I know you will stand

But I've reached the end of the road

The soil ending at the endless sea ahead 

Both feet sunken in its depth

 

My feet no longer touch the sea sand

And I am too small to hang onto a star

So the dolphins echo me to its depth

Each star shutting as I enter darkness

Strange creatures touching my feet

Till alas they land by yours

 

The fall landed me into your arms

Hoping our feet sink in the soil

To grow roots and last for eras

And our arms knit to keep warn

But to reach you and your Heaven

I had to sink once and for all