The ocean is my temptress.
She gestures toward the infinitely expanding space. 
Her pale blue eyes reflect the light and darkness of this world.
Both are carried by those that inhabit her
Along with those that dwell above.
She understands as much as the land -
The slightest actions over time can have the greatest impact.
For most, this thought is saddening. 
For Her and Him, eternity is ephemeral.

I am tethered to the earth.
I wish not to be released to the sky,
Something most perceive as the heavens.
Instead, I want to fall.
I want to be with Her.
My desire is to remain with her longer than forever.

Time and time again I try.
We are not made for each other, although meant to be.

Each time I dive in, I swallow her essence.
I hate this feeling, but find myself going with it
Just to have more of Her as a part of me.

I lust for her undertow to pull me ever so gently.

I suppose I must embrace the ultimate darkness
Just for a minute of awareness with my light.

The ocean is my temptress, and she gestures toward death.