This second night.
The inky glow of that weird summer.
This strange world near the surface.
Phantasmal whales gliding in this cold blue of dead.
Glimmering mantas flying in the surf.
This strange purgatory was just like life near the garden.
Just as sacred.
Don't find fear in these depths.
For the surface isn't the place to be.
Out in the distance. A yawning darkness.
The water is you.
Nothing to hold you.
For now this watery grave is your home.
Currents are here to console you as the life closes in.
This dying.
This departure.
Nothing to fear.
But only if you sink further into the abyss.
Remember the light and shadow.
So ebb with the flow.
And flow with the ebb.
Bend or be broken.
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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...
