I paint sometimes, and then I Pen, Its just a mood...
I muse alone ~ ceaselessly savoring the aquatic sage amidst swells of silence seeping through sighs of seas a solitary sanctum the eyes of the ocean can trace without touch, still embrace the embedded emotions of an emerald ambience my heart ~ like glass-weed, pressed with poignant lies, reflects plankton light in the obsidian abyss, while suppressed thoughts fight in finned finesse, fragments of flawed flow breaking the deep dark blues ~ a fierce force against the frozen fathomless ~ fault-lines of penned peace that the surfers of life ~ mindlessly misinterpret… breathe me as I break free the inked instinct ~ stained with familiar fears, a coherent coalescence of surviving the storm as I am an ineffable incognito circling ... gliding ... dreaming bathed in streaks of salted serenity ~ weaving wave-swept whispers through the languid language ~ lacking lucidity with letters of love-lines zealous zen spelled from the cosmic scent of the siren-moon... for the wind beneath the calm knows my story etched in the soul of liquid opalescent tides of time ~ it's a living portrait of pulse painted in watercolor washes of a passionate psyche... *Inspired by my own /acrylic painting of a shark... attached
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