Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Water (Ode To Manic Depression)


I stepped in to your world
Knowing your promise
Of water

Dewdrops of passion
Seeping from your angelic face
In your sunny moments
As you surrender
To the woman in you

Showers of tears
Percolating from your sockets
Gazing at mutated horizons
As you succumb
To the mortal in you

Fogs of sweat
Decorating your ivory skin
In those playful moments
As your relinquish
To the child in you

For I am the soul
Dampened by your ebb and flow
Petrified of the fated promise
Of a forgiving sun

For our journey needs no light
Just the eternal flow
Of your seasonal water

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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A poem on loving a bipolar woman

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