Of all nights spent in tired stupor,
I relish these most.
Though but a few hours in an ever-expanding library of our lives,
I’m made a wraith of a man when I’m lost in that dark blue.
The ocean holds not but a finite amount of water, yet the strongest efforts of people struggle amongst its depths.
Incomprehensibly so to I,
one who regularly traverses the placid waters of that dark blue.
With your mind’s guiding light steering me through, fear associates with impossibility.
For I love this dark blue,
laden with mystery I have long since uncovered.
Encompassed by passion,
I’m still inclined to explore.
Dilation, a heart’s tell,
invites my affection like a long lost pet.
I bear witness to a sight like no other,
lost to time, yet right where I need to be.