Monday, May 11, 2009 @9:23 AM
Oceans in our minds will never suffice to replace the real oceans that encompass our island city. The eternal kiss between elements, the insurmountable earth and unstoppable waves. When they collide, explode in a flurry of energy and emerald foam. Sky however lingers above, watching, yearning for that same closeness, this same passion. There are days when I linger closer, glancing a glimpse at the flower peppered earth breaking away for the crashing of electric blue water that threatens to overwhelm it, but merely crests and falls away, withdrawing from the nature kissed grounds, only to return again with greater resolve, reaching endlessly again and again to be with the grounded earth. The moon will rise and her will would order the tides to recede, dictating his ebb and flow. There are days when both earth and water lay seperated by an unpassable gulf, meeting only at the edges, the trickles like fingers that touch with fingers. When will I become a part of this love narrative, one so natural like nature itself.
Posted by Sky