The starchild's garden of hugs.
Whimsically large flowers.
A sprawling field of ethereal wonders.
Starkly contrasted beside the dying of these sapphire waves.
Accept and welcome the echoing croons of these warm tides.
These watery arms exist to nurture.
It is time to move out beyond those beautiful flowers.
Hugs of love that couldn't quite heal the hurt.
Though they'd keep you there forever.
So take it out to these glimmering depths.
A body to melt into the water.
Picking up scattered petals and swirling them back together.
You saw that those dark waters held warm shimmers of light.
Souls of the wounded.
Twinkling like stars in the first night.
All floating just ahead.
Somewhere you belong.
Joining these watery stars.
Having left the garden of hugs.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
