the sea called to both of you.
its loving front and wisdom
of that deep.
the storms that came,
might come again.

when it gave you its nature,
it gave you its struggling current.
darkening frequencies
of the lonely whale
chiding the tune
of his fellow
drowning sailors.

yet, there is peace
of the swell at the bottom
of the ocean.

for now and for there,
calming shores
in seashelled ears
tickle teardrops
out of waves
of newly brightened
coralling skin
soothing on ameliorating
anemones.

what we came from,
chills skin,
forces survival minds,
but down here,
there is no where to look
but up.
at the brilliance of
the sunlight shimmering and
dancing through the water.