Poem For My Sun

To my Sun, l've become silent to the screeching screams from sirens, hiding beneath sapphire seas. I'm floating like tepid ripples in wandering waves, serenading in songs from my maternal instinct, glimmering like starry rays kissing the bed of the ocean, perfecting clarity in an obscure reality. When minutes turn into endless months, drifting days are dragged into a dark aquarium of tears, filled with sandy shells lost amongst an empty embellishment of emeralds. Unfurl your golden halo to embrace doleful draughts, cradling colors of waning sunsets with patience, as warmth between cold currents mirror pleasant pantomimes of your pearlescent childhood. Never forge life as a faultless aquatic garden, never encourage your fears to tread and unmask unseen tales recklessly. I hope you always swim in butterfly strokes beyond ravishing reefs, searching for the truth within the blue bliss spine of the seven seas, tackling tides that roaringly fall through highs and lows. Although sinister nypmhs may strum sonorous serenades, remain the unbreakable vessel that feeds your ivory soul, with sanguine streams that serve unwavering light, cherish the coastal constellations, before they collapse into a chaos of cluttered crystals. Inhale petrichor musks of soaring dreams, unlock glistening gates engraved with whimsical narratives from grievous gems, reciting prewritten verses awaiting to be crooned, for notes of nature synchronize tunes of tranquil tomorrows. Remember, tonight, l've let my mermaid heart ink watercolor dawns, weaving love and life on paper wings, As you are the azure eye of heaven, without you, there will be no poetry left to release. You are the art that paints every raven torrent with salt soaked rare diamonds.