Sea Of Melancholy

when my heart sinks
in the deepest part of the sea of melancholy
i believe
that it can survive
on the evolution of sorrow
when it creates its fins
rising from the sea
it assumes wings
fish-bird-heart-of-man
still alive
boatman, rocket, star,
a heart of stone,
this heart of mine
without prejudice
to love that may soon come
again
i know, i believe
i care.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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