Blue
In white veined petals,
I see the sea,
Veins becoming foam
As tides rush in and out,
Captured in a snapshot of fragile flower,
As short-lived as the sea is enduring.
Blue fills my vision, my memories
Of standing on piers, watching waves,
Captivated by this dangerous beauty,
Taste of salt on my lips and breeze in my hair,
Hands grasping the thin, steel railing
That is all that prevents us from joining
The waters below,
To be swallowed whole,
And be surrounded by blue.
There’s such a sense of teetering on the edge of the phenomenal power that is the sea – of being held back only by that ‘thin, steel railing.’ You make such captivation beautiful.
Thank you 🙂
Oh. I love the power of this. The railing, yes, keeps us from the blue. But it is the hands clasping that rail that actually hold us back. Great image.