Eyes closed as we slip into the depths,
blue green water soothing the soul
almost washing the mind of thought
on the edge of elegance
we become beautiful.
Steps taken carefully as the winds blows,
we move awkwardly against the precipice
afraid yet exhilarated by the future,
and we put it out there,
the words rarely spoken aloud
through gentle laughter and quiet breath,
we feel the peace come to settle within.
These places always fascinate the greedy mind,
that only longs to be somewhere in awe,
visually pleasing and we reach out small fingers
reaching for the attainable
and gather the drops and watch as they fall slowly
glistening in the noon day sun
as we lose ourselves for stretches of time
just being in the moment,
we have become human sundials,
marking time against our frames and the shadows that falls
longer and leaner as the day passes in nonchalant busyness.
Shivering we emerge as dusk falls
and we become silhouettes of ourselves
reflected on mirrored water,
we stand still awaiting the end of the ripples
and in the quiet and beauty of this
we know that it will never be forgotten.