I hear the beating of drums in the distance,
as I float downstream on my wooden raft.
I do not know where they could be coming from.
The night is dark.
The water is a flowing stream of blackness.
There is nothing to be seen.
Yet I am hypnotized by the rhythm.
The drummer is obviously very skilled
at attracting one's attention.
I hear music,
music I love,
I hear words spoken in a foreign tongue.
They are all consonants,
and they wrap around my heart.
In my present state,
I hallucinate the image of my heart,
suspended before my eyes.
It is surrounded by little spikes,
in the form of letters.
I see drops of red
fall in front of my knees.
My heart is being drained
of all emotions.
I watch my love,
splash against the boards of my raft,
seeping into the wood,
staining it with dark redness.
I also see my sadness
pour down in the rainstorm of emotion.
Now empty, I collapse facedown in blood.
My heart drops into the ocean
and sinks to the bottom,
where only the most observant eye
could see it,
hidden beneath all that black liquid.
In the distance,
the drumming continues,
lulling me to sleep.