I. Entrance
Rough and soft
I clear a space
Foot by foot
Your soft embrace
Quickly pulling
Yet gently easing
Giving me strength
Willingly teasing
I look around
And see a mess
But closing my eyes
Relieves this stress
Being adaptable
Disables structure
Being passive
Encourages lovers
To embrace this gentle layer
And children too, without a care
But beware! This passive part
Can become sharp when sunshine starts
It's so simple, yet so advanced
Far from the surface, without big plans
This is the entrance, this is the mask
To penetrate is often a simple task
They're here then gone when it is sunny,
Sand ridden showers or merchants and money,
There's some green life, some little creatures,
But beyond these, there are not many features.
People naturally want much more
People dig into the core
And so it goes! Goodbye, layer 1,
You weigh us down, but we must run.
II. Treasures
Course and dark,
Here lies the treasure!
Here are the products
Of life's endeavors.
The wrath of under
Crushes prizes
That sharpen up
And feed us dryness
This part by far is most extensive
And also, naturally, most defensive.
All our life's work, and it's for this
But there are more than a few twists.
When three and four are full of hearty
Lucky people who reside, hardly
The leftovers are in this lot
And deduce gain from this, we do not.
We truly don't want all these treasures
Fine expenses who're torn and weathered
A mix of one and three and rocks,
There's no substance but legs of docks.
More often piers, that need foundation.
Much like layer one, this is a station
When all folks must pass through
Before truly entering you.
We detect your gritty sincerity
And thank you for your biological charity
Creatures live here, but not us!
We long for the danger of trust.
III. Wetness
So calming
So very cool.
In this zone,
Smoothness rules.
It looks so flat,
It looks at ease.
Not adaptable,
But not quite free.
Some stop in two,
They are so patient.
They long for peace and isolation
From what lies beneath the layers.
The life of four does not live there.
But now in three! We start to wet.
The closeness reveals the danger.
We sink our heels and scan around.
Ocean, you're no longer a stranger.
At your crest is so much fun!
This is where we play some games.
From here, we may be rarely stricken.
But from this far, we know you're tame.
From this far, we get what we need.
We get a drop of what we live for.
We might love you, we might keep you.
Or we might begin to need more.
Setting up camp here is easy to do.
Some do it for all their lives.
If we never dive deep, however,
What lies beneath is left to derive.
Sometimes, when you're feeling most high,
You push yourself and greet us nicely.
But hidden away, when low and wise,
You make layer 3 more empty.
Either way, with some pushing,
We know we may come forth.
Here's where adventure lives,
And where journies may start their course.
IV. Drown
One was gentle,
Two was borning,
Three was an
Excellent warm up.
Show me power.
Show me strength.
Give to us
All of your love.
I dive deep, a little submergence.
I feel lighter. I feel free.
There's a struggle,
I can't change you,
But it is just you and me.
Being inside you,
Feeling so locked up,
You're all I can think about.
The more I get to know and love you,
The harder it is to get out.
My eyes tell me you offer much.
Infinite substance to find.
I am overwhelmed by your touch.
Yet all is true and none are lies.
Sometimes your embrace is so gentle,
But you can take me off my feet!
I try to anticipate every movement,
But you're so brutal and so sweet.
Yet here I am! Yet I have entered,
And I could not be more pleased.
You off danger, offer stimulation,
Lifting me off my shaking knees
The young and restless, they might think
Themselves invincible and strike.
Love these fools and please protect them,
Allow them to escape your strife.
Your addiciting terrors!
Your auditory illusions!
Your shallow entrance
That turns so deep!
You've lived so long,
You know our movements,
Calm down
And let us sleep.
Although we think you of no mind,
Your variation and beauty overpower
Disillusions of any kind,
You're offering at every hour.
And hours fly by when tangled in you,
You offer frequent wild rides,
I'd say we trust you, I'd be your friend,
But both of those would be just lies.
Savage! Heathen! Brutal trickster!
We're tumbling when you can't rest.
Layers one through three come from you, four.
Your infinite lovable aquatic stress.
When we leave you, you stay with us.
In the forms of rock, water, then memory.
One of nature's most complex metaphors,
You have taught us how to be.
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A cool beach poem I thought of.
