subaqueous longing
.
I dive into the satin waves
of ancient perfection,
easing their tumultuous fuss.
Let me merge with
the white noise of
your azure depths.
You're displacing those
bright lights,
drowing its intensity
with a pastel swirl of
blues and greens.
I don't care about the surface
and its raging gasps
of vanities,
as long as I am caressed
by the rawness of
your love's tidal forces.
You lift my iron heart
with your agravic serenity.
I just wish I could
breath you in,
your salt
your cold
your blue.
For then I'd never
have to resurface,
back to the void of
reality,
back to the surge of
verity.
Please don't wash me ashore,
let me be a child of
your ocean.
