by Nick Gisburne
We weave our way within the sea’s embrace.
Through swirls of surf, in wonderment, we snatch
The spray, the salt, the turning tides, to chase
Emotions too ephemeral to catch.
We find our self, our story, in the sea.
In this our souls, our subtleties, align.
Romantics, we were never meant to be
Restricted by a wall’s, a world’s, design.
We dive, to seek the shift away from war,
From struggles, from the surface, from the storm.
Beneath, the oceans, ever as before,
Are slow, serene, majestic in their form.
We swim, to share the peace of such a place,
The silence of a secret, sacred space.
