Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Green and mossy, dark yet beautiful.
Beneath me lie your craggy rocks,
washed by the bluest waters
of the Atlantic Ocean.

Crash on the verticals.
Higher, higher,
reach your potential,
splash me with your sprays.

Come reach me!
Come touch me!
Lick my toes as they grip the edge
of your cracked and eroded face.

I wish for serenity and solace.
Envelop me in your blue swirls.
Make me forget my pain.
Make me remember my joy.

Take me!
Don’t you want me?
Remove the barrier between us.
Come to me.
Hasten me to your depths.
Swaddle me.
Caress my Soul.

Am I that far out of your reach?
Am I not what you desire?
Another body to float, support and carry
on your white water tops and tides.

Are you telling me
that your beauty is not to be tarnished
by my selfish yearning
to exit this world?

Turn your back on me then.
I will walk away….this time.
Beyond my better judgment
you have forced me.

This time,
I will take your advice.
I will listen.
I will open my eyes,
I will lift my head,
As I see you reflected in that which is above me.

This time,
I hear you laugh