She came to me like rolling waves crashing crescendos into a seaside ocean port town surrounded by endless seashore. The ocean, she breathes in great swells, her emotions measured in salacity of the sweet sea breeze. Waves swell, in the torrid wakes they break, greedily consuming the sandcastles built before them.

I took her hand and she took me under where she embraced me and together we built new castles opposite of the sky. We danced together elegantly in synchronicity, where the water caressed the sky in radical time switches.

I saw the air escape from my lungs, the bubbles caressed my face as they shot straight up away from me, I gasped for air as she kissed me leaving me to freely breath underwater.

I looked to the surface that stretched for miles above me and saw the overcast of grey that paint the skyline through the liquid window to what seemed another side.

Just for a second when everything was calm, the water is broke open by the hull of a ship that was just barely there dotting the line that made up the horizon.

A solitary man at the helm of this iron beast as she moves slowly with the current, it‘s bow breaking the ice. This man’s name was lost as he gave his life in vain and the ship he went down with.

She cut through the watery placidity like a knife, before the lights slowly dimming as she went down under, disrupting my meditation underwater.

Self reflection is often compared to vast oceans, deep and wide as they can contain so much like the mind flooded with ideas. So now we’ll wait with moonlight stretched across the sky as the oceans play a somber melody waiting for heaven to capsize. We tread careful for some ideas are poison.

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