Poetic Fragments Mingled in the Night's Hushed Breath

Are difficult times of life
shaded of a certain color
to make the present glow
in stupefying contrast?

Eyes of the ocean;
I, of the sea,
Halcyon hymnals
Beckon to me -

Please, touch the back of my neck
and run your fingers through my hair.

I want to feel protected and fragile
like the innermost Russian doll.

I want to feel dazzled and virile
as a sudden tempestuous squall.

Draw me into you
like a moon's orbit
toward the horizon
of a stilled expanse,

a clear reflection
in unending luminosity
breathes the night
awake at its apex.

Eyes of the ocean,
I, of the sea,
Deep incantations
Reckoning me -

Anew on planes of creation
built upon the joists of night
a canticle by candlelight
upon a full flickering flame.

Your breath upon mine
heavy as the sky
twined in harmony
embodied in time,

pressed together
in celestial gravity
an archetypal body,
an old Mariner's Rhyme.

We are our own poetry.

Eyes of the ocean,
I, of the sea,
Maritime chorales
Echo infinity.