You can search
but you shall not find
Nothing
rhymes in my line.

Dimmest obscurity
the depths adduce.

Awaiting
an impatient pulse.

Dazzling light
the ocean floor conceals.

Its rhythm
slowly accelerates,
yet alone.

-Risk is to be taken.

Blinded.
By whom
I can't even fathom.

Do you remember
the colors,
the time
when indigo
and vermillion
and azure
crowded your palette?

How different
your soul feels.

How sweet
How bitter
How wonderfully
capricious
it was.

Blind.
For how long
I can't even fathom.

Was there
ever
a time?