The longevity of that hour in which I was adrift in the traveling water called the sea, showed passion in it’s sapphire glow

My vulnerable mind detaching from a world of accuracy as millions of grains of dust rained over and fell into the depths of dancing hues of blue, warping, raging clouds of water beneath my toes.

I had waited for the fictitious world with the fierce burn of humanity to show it’s way, to morph into the beauty of a luminous ocean in my presence, but after that quick hour of memories dissipated onto Earth, I kept the image of the fulfilled, shimmering light I was once lost inside.