The Return to the Big Blue

Scene from a distance,

a man wanders in the grey.

Pale thoughts of wisdom, brightening

with yellow dreams of summers.

Warming, in a wonder of witnessing

the future, unfurling in freezing flurries

as the sunset departs.

Away below, the cliff meets Neptune’s words

with a stern voice, a rendez-vous of swell and rock,

the Atlantic kisses the towering wintry shore.

A breath of spray, a sighing mist

refreshes his mind and he concentrates.

As, beyond, the sands shift again

changing the abyssal plain a little,

so subtle, to be unkonown.

Where once a man was walking

and chancing to the seas

he feels he knows who’s talking

and whispering with the breeze.

He wanders in the distance

and wonders what is true.

The ocean is his witness,

the cold beneath the blue.

He turns away, distracted

by unending grey.

Those darkest eyes,

reflected in the water,

describe Oceania to his captured soul,

a vivid new image – Elysia to come,

yet unknown between the skyscrapers

- the grey.

A sharpness that’s within him,

a dagger drawn inside

from memories that disown him

and free him to the tide.

Dancing under the cape of the azure,

freed within a vibrant aqua paradise.

Cascading waters encompass, caress

and know him.

Sailing on, the isles of life arise,

a mirage, unless you know you’re there.

Dazzling, shimmering, sapphire thoughts undressed

as beauty itself reveals what was known

and yet unseen, and yet unknown.

The water touches him.

He forgets the feel of silk, knowing this,

smoother than a dolphin’s skin,

gliding within him, liquefying life to flow unhindered

amongst the dreams of another –

at one in Neptun’s realm.

The final dive. To the deepest blue.

A whirlpool in the ocean opens,

the bluest light within, welcomes him.

The coolest, warmest, smoothest place.

And, in this cobalt symphony of light and sound,

the water flows as lifeblood, cleansing and providing,

coursing through with a myriad spray.

Playful, the child in him returns,

waves of laughter on the sea.

A smile and glance away,

only to look again and be sure.

His tears join with the ocean.

The reef is his emotion, fracturing the tide,

foaming the inexorable current.

That living island, his constant heart

beats like the swell, the ocean’s pulse.

And in that summer, he knows it well,

the cry of the dolphin...

Where there is no beginning,

there can be no end...

© Andrew Williams