Into the blank ocean
To delve within its deep
Rapturous currents dance over my skin
I see warm, almond eyes refracting through the blue
When I drowned
You swallowed me in wonder
Holding me close that I might soar
And return to the surface
To hear you as muffled memory,
a gentle mystery once more
The warm rays of a gentle Sun
Call to slumber a beloved night
Although we became spiegel im spiegel
Divine wisdom made the infinite finite
As daylight fails not to disintegrate
The dark into the breath of nostalgia
About the Creator
Priyanka Thomas
I enjoy crafting journeys that explore and communicate real experiences through poetic prose. I want my readers, as well as myself, to ride on the mode of strung words to arrive in a new, unforeseen place. Let’s take this creative journey.
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