Blue

An almost silence.

The quiet, only a gentle hold with fingertips grazing your cheek like a subtle breeze. 

Sand, cold and damp lays underfoot to fall back and forth

Balanced.

You can hear a voice, smooth to the touch. 

Rounded words, dripping from their tongue, falling heavy onto skin. 

The sound wraps around you like silk, clouding your every thought. 

A lament that rises you to the soles of your feet.

A slow unconscious motion, as if sleepwalking. 

Brought to the water’s edge, 

Down dominating dunes.  

And now you ask the Ocean.

You ask the Ocean to help you feel, 

To envelop you within its waters,

To have its life pulse through you. 

The glow of a silver moon will 

Dance over skin 

Like ink on paper, the light touch ingrained 

in memory and meaning. 

If you dip your foot beneath the waves, they’ll welcome you, 

Flowing up your legs to fill lungs with the deep inevitable. 

Have you ever heard the ocean’s voice? 

It’s color copies the rise and fall of the sky, but it’s voice 

Always rings blue. 

Holds sharp with a calm resonance to ripple throughout 

As waves crash and leave foam in their wake.

This color comes with no demands, just Connection. 

Flowing through you.

No need to understand, 

For there’s no reason other than the want to

Exist.