You are swimming,
breasting the waves
in a wild blue ocean.
I am an incoming tide,
foaming white, surging
into  underwater cleft
probing, lingering long,
holding on, bursting in.

Then ebbing quietly into night
into stars, into fleeting sparks
of myriad fire flies flitting
over moving silken surface,
itself a ghostly glow
of phosphorescence,
a transient trail
of luminescence that
fades to reappear as light
to penetrate deepest depths
of the  ever restless sea.
I surface and breathe into you.

Tobias