Below the surface

 

Onwards

We move on

Forward

Carrying on

Flushing away the past

In its compounding weight

Letting it go

As we set afloat 

The journey

Over water


The depth below 

Getting greater 

With every passing year

Beneath our floating selves

The weight resting below

The bellows 

Whales and mellow 

Motions of giants

Below our surface


Mystic purpose

Awaits below

If we were not afraid to go

Plunging into the abyss


To reminisce

Those deeper memories

Lying still 

Below the countless layers

Of self


Calling out from the depths

Like whale cries

Haunting music of the deep

Constant and eerily bound to seep

Through the safe surface 


Our purpose

Is ever changing 

Our being

Rearranging 

These memories

As we float over

Throwing them over 

Our shoulder

Boulder after boulder

Sinking below the surface

Into the depth 

That continues to expand

Beyond the sands

Of our infinite time

 
 
Tyra Vassallo