Conversation with a Nymph

Heights, bytes and meteorites 

Of it had wrecked my heart and soul,

Taking it all to the dumping abyss so big

That’d take the ship down and leave no twig.

A nymph appears on top of a tall tidal wave.

She looks me in the eyes; my youth’s demise,

She hears my inner voice of whale-like cries –

 

Burst this bubble with your pointed dart, 

Get me off this melancholia and catatonia, 

To a brighter world filled with pure euphoria. 

Give me my mysteries and perplexities back,

Give me back my worldly questionnaires' stack, 

Take me back to the state of inquisitiveness 

To seek answers and discover the untouched wilderness.