Lost

What existed before color

Before line and shape

Before shadow and light

Before God?

Tell me about sin

When there was no desire

Tell me about pain

Without life.

I am lost here in the winter

Won’t you take my hand?

Lead me away to my grave

Or to your warm bed.

Where is the man

Who will swallow my scream

Who will drink my fears

And paint me an ocean?

Let's swim like children might

While golden beams trickle

Through leaves and dance

In waves of my hair.

I am alone in a box

In a boundless place

I fall without hope

Of reaching the ground.

I envy the drunk

In the gutter of trash

At least he knows

Where he is.