Thing of beauty, you catch my eye and tantalize me with your ethereal quality; remind me that of what was lacking in my childhood, can be mine today.
You have a lulling power over me, draw me in and captivate me with your undulating waves. The sun glimmering in the water playfully winks at me. I look out onto the beach and see dozens of people sprawled about so casually, seemingly taking it for granted.
I inhale a sharp breath as the beauty around me is so attainable and unending that it pains me. I feel it inside me, calling to me, daring me to step closer.
In the water I feel alone, the only one in this universe. I feel clean and washed of earthly worries and filth. I am buoyed out to the sea and I am careful not to struggle. If I lay very still and relaxed I will remain above it all. I will not plunge into the darkness beneath me. I open my eyes and I am blinded by the sun urging me to stand, to swim, to move and live. It burns me into reaction and I dive into the waves and swim back to shore.
The beauty of it all, the sweet call of merciful sleep is a melancholy melody that I try to ignore. The whisper of the promise of a kind farewell caresses my ear, tugging gently but urgently.
And I stand there in awe of this amazing body of water that waits for me to give into its cocoon of certain fate.
But it calls me no more. It is but a gorgeous thing to admire but keep at a safe distance, to guard my children from it. I only let the waves lick at my heels as I firmly grasp my children’s hands as they frolic with joy. I am unflinching and distrustful. I know its pull and power over me is still there, under the surface, waiting for the moment when I blink and it tries to take everything from me.
Beauty that slips between my fingers, beautiful surrender with a hideous force masked under those radiant waves. Thing of beauty, you call to me no more.
This is a gem.