Waving a goodbye 

is never easy,

Take a leap of faith

and leave no room for doubt.

In the glimpse of Damocles' sword,

lean into trust.

Lie low, 

sink in,

fight shy of your glances,

had i the power to dissipate.

Give the hand,

take it to the shore,

promise this too shall pass.

In the seabed it softly glows,

sparks bright beneath the ocean.

Mark your word in every pitch,

not articulated yet not toneless.

Goldilocks' clicks are on the trot,

make a part and parcel in the course of time.

Lived in your bubble,

dump the dead meat under the slumber.

Curl up in the airy bassinet,

is that the real world you behold?

The visual ages;

faded to red and brown,

flipped as old as the hills,

subdued by and by to disappear.

Doom and gloom,

the despair hangs all night.

The heart lose,

the bitter echoes through the ages.

Hitting the ceiling multiple times,

flipping the lid and losing the head.

But keep your head up and collect your guts;

pull out all the stops and build again the mountain.