Titanic.
The calls of night in The Sea Of Sapphire were terrifying.
Always a time of questioning.
Rushing up to the surface for solace in the moon.
The depths are calling for you.
How does it feel?
No one on your side.
Is that how it is really meant to be?
The light and shadow of this world.
Torn between life and death.
The sun and the moon.
The glimmering little lights warm like sunbeams.
Lucent singularities in the abyss.
Yet something lurked in their orbits.
Swirling through them as if more fluid than water.
The yawning groan a long echo.
I surmise.
What you're already thinking.
Down is all left to go.
The leviathan, a whale in these depths.
The phantasmal wonder shimmering even in this night.
Yet you want to get the light of life.
Fighting to get it somehow.
Permission isn't to be confused with submission.
For this titanic wonder.
The twinkling depths of inky waters.
Fear not the sun and the moon.
They'll watch over you.
All while dragged down into the dark depths.
To learn the true meaning of light in shadow.
Blissfully stuck in the haze.
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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...
