(Written on 2022 - 10 - 23)

Unruffled by the wind,
it is vault-still and restful.
The body of water is
glimmering under the golden sunrays.
Shining a deep cyanic colour
from the surface to the depths.
At the bottom smooth-edged
stones glowing amber.
Silence rings out from the
shimmering emptiness around it.

Dead still the soul lies in
the middle of the clear disk.
The body formed one with
the water voided of pain.
A few small ripples swimming
away toward the edge.
Eyelids sleeping on top of each other,
lips slightly parted.
Head being held up by
the serene abyss below.

The warm sun is captured
by dark gloomy clouds.
Perfect abode for those
who worships the darkness.
Gallons of looming water
demanded by the roaring wind
Seemed to fuse itself into
distinct threads of watery fabric.
It lashes and crashes against rocks like
drumsticks in the hands of a giant.

A hand screaming for help
arises from the monstrous waves.
In the icy water, the weakened soul
is shoved and pulled.
Breaking the shifting surface,
instantly gasping for air.
Frantically moving limps
standing no chance but still tries.
Lungs fill with water, the body sinks
into the dark abyss below.

Above it all:
The pain, the pleasure
The silence, the noise
The cries, the laughs
Above it all, stood a young soul
with wide-open eyes.
A voice drifted in the air
and slipped into the ears:
"Hold your breath and dive.
This is the love dive."