ABYSS … Sarosh Latif

ABYSS

Sarosh Latif

Sailing together

In a crumbling ship

Through the sands of time

They gaze at distant horizon

Wondering

Which harbor they are heading to

They whisper, they murmur

With death

Constantly lurking behind

The swirling waves beome

The keepers of their memories

A piercing flash leaps out

Of mouse grey clouds

And the gay, golden laughter of life

Turns to moss

Sticking to their tombstones

In places forlorn.