A.W. Books & Poetry

Curiouser and curiouser he said to me,

Ocean eyes fixed to the deep,

And in their wake a re-awoken heat

“What if I believe again?”,

I asked in woven words,

“Will you leave?”,

His eyes whispered to the witty, whirling wind,

A phrase he did not have to release,

It’s a funny thing when history repeats itself,

What a classic waltz with fate.

Curiouser that it’s all a dream,

Dancing with a drowned memory

Swim to the surface,

I am finally clean.

-Annalise