we could talk about it,
but still no one will ever know,
that day we faced the cold.
we held the world,
as we watched the cerulean waves fold,
each disappearing ,
to be drawn in again,
repetitively rising up to die without fearing.
uncertain of what lies beyond the peaceful tide,
this freed us from the monotony of our lives.
wild spirits could no longer hide.
ocean deep souls find their home – g.c