In Those Lonesome Depths

Within the skeleton of an un-awakened child, a chill seeps deeper

Like the wind that drifts aimlessly through a violet night

Subtly, as intangible as ether itself

It sinks into abysmal seas

Invisible to passerby, submerged in the oceanic reality

Watching ripples left atop the surface of expansive water

By those who cannot penetrate the depths of their heart

Too fearful,

Others dare not send down their hand of understanding

Lest they sink themselves

And fade into its labyrinth

More accessible to them

Is a belief in horrific isolation

Where the sunken are ill

And the floating are sane

Although under the skins of textured seas

Lays the darkest and coldest crevices,

There are also the most beautiful shadows of light

That trickle in slivers that move through your soul

Like an aurora, the flow of luminescent color

Makes elegance of the murk

In the emotional echo of push and pull

We desire deeply for amiable companionship

Swimming with comradery on a never-ending search

To understanding the mysterious deluge

And to meet of that which hides in the shadows

With love

But some will never tumble into the flow of this magical world

And continue their search from the comfort of the surface

Unable to satiate the thirst of their spirit,

For the dread that

In those lonesome depths

They may actually quench it