Freediving into the blue. I found abalone hiding under stones. I found waves that washed over me like days long gone. The stingrays sleeping in the sand. Tonight I fear their gracefulness in dreams of swaying kelp beds.
Color is the new black
And white photo album
Slowly fading to sepia tones
Of deaf
Our days like the smiles we only make for the camera
Concealing grey memories that burn as strong as white flame in our hearts
Look at the time
It's now
This is when we resolarize
Falling backwards off the waterfall
Plunging deep into turquoise summer
We'll never surface again
To sit under shady trees
Waiting for another amber autumn to return
White on white
Against the frozen sun
Our minds eye burns from the brilliance
Of memories never shared
Lost under weeping snow drifts
In this icy desert we call home