Diamonds

I sit. Silence envelopes me and I want to scream to quiet it. Time, is it fleeting or standing still? I can’t tell. Escape is in the imagination and I will mine to commence. I am dancing…flashes of red as I swirl to the beat. I feel the heat as the music pulsates through me. Faster and faster, blending the colors and sounds into one, then like a vapor it’s gone. I stand facing the ocean. Water nips at my toes, its coolness bleeds into me. I look at its vastness, and feel small. I wonder what secrets lie within. Should I call it morgue or treasure house…perhaps a fishbowl of the living? The waters are murky, death black, but wait, sunlight has arrived. White, dazzling, I cup my hand to shade my eye so I can view its intensity. A million diamonds dance upon the blackness and I smile. B. Cuber