high tide
We went to the edge of the water, it was blackest of black, like the ink of the night or the cloaks of the ravens that fly.
We went to the edge of the horizon, it was as though the land stretched out in desolation - just as our dreams do.
We ran wildly into this atmosphere, for reasons beyond our comprehension,beyond our realities, and the moon watched on.
We plunged into the ink black waters and swam against the lead as though we were fighting for our lives.We were.
Gently, ever so gently, we floated with the tide, one fighting as they slowly sank while the other drifted further into sea.
The sky above as luminescent as the stars that scattered it, but the lone pair darenot notice it for fear that the sea would consume their fragile and feeble forms.Is this survival? is this what it means to be in the moment? all thought was gone.
Silently these two souls travelled away and at the same together, for what seemed like an eternity, they were lost in their own maddening deceptions and demons, as their own truths haunted them by the light of the moon overhead.
Deep in the shadows the wraiths they call for us, the carrion they circle beneath the glistening pillars of cloud.They look at us.
Hungry.
Watchful.
Warning.
The sea began to rear it's head as the wind played conductor to our rag doll souls as we softly waltzed down with the tide,
And as the silk sheets of the ocean tantalised our skin in romantic swaths, we lost control once again.And tumbled.
there was calm.But we weren't to be found.
