The ones that wipe clean the bad,
Had crept in at the right time,
As natural as the salt in the ocean;
it would have lapped at our wounds
held us afloat,
slowed the impact of the splash
when my heart hurled overboard like an iron anchor
Downward in silence hit bottom
It sat, at the silty ocean floor
Where there is life….
That you just cannot see….
Life that is daring to live,
it submerges after the weight of the love
And surfaces for air,
Like a lover’s ring lost to sea
One must dare
to dip a toe in the surf
fearing not- when you do
you may feel nothing at all.