Killing time

 
 I drift past these pinpricks of light
in the ocean where night is the tide,
side on to infinity where
destiny awaits me,
 
I have an idea
that she’s already here
beside me.
 
Excitement with intent
and
I aim to please,
have you ever seen roses
like these?
she says,
‘no’
 
That’s how to flow and
I grow as I drift past
the pinpricks that shift
as my vision expands,
 
but
these hallucinations are induced
by those who seduce me
and infinitely more dangerous
than the vastness of space.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.