isobaric pleasure

caught in the same gale force winds they eyed the storm drenched in tears the epicenter had been an outpour of sadness rejection and unresolved fear to weather inevitable flood gates of change torrential delusions of anger denial and fear shadowed by a solar eclipse of two lost souls faced the same need for healing and love all self-appointed weather men and women family and friends surrounded them in scepsis warnings unwanted advice and discouragement can you not see the hurricane brewing they said do not get involved but save your own skins but they walked quietly to the next beach drew a line in the sand and entered the tides propelled by the moon passion desire togetherness circumstances seemed apocalyptic and hopeless yet faith made them swim out into the ocean not to silence the wicked prophets of doom but to bathe in salt water cleansing the mis-adventurous past despite all odds they floated happily on the surface all they could see was adoration and the miracle of life one with themselves and with each other in peace