Shipwreck

There are too many swarming colors, too many hymns, and those with saffron-colored hair. There are too many rose petals on the water and too much rain on the red brick steps we miss so much. There are too many secrets, and there's too much intimidating sweetness masquerading as spirits in brass lamps and the fading bells of the ocean harbor. There's too much sickness and sadness, too much light, too much life and quiet solitude; there's too much emptiness embracing me, too many reflections, and too much sunken sand for a sunrise in a world below.