Reveries of Blue; Words Like Water

A Parallel Planets piece by Unknown

Parallel Planets presents

Reveries of Blue; Words Like Water

Story, Poetry, & Photos by Julia Escaño

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All my life I've always been a creature of Nature. So much so that Nature has always been alive to me. And not just in the scientific sense, but in a deeper, spiritual sense as well. I've always believed that a Tree wakes when I touch its bark, and the Wind sings when it dances by, and the Moon can hear my thoughts while it watches over. I speak to the Sky and hear it answer back. I speak to the Sea and feel it touch me in response.

But all this time I've only ever told them small snippets, shared with them only a few thoughts. It wasn't until now, after a year of getting to know the Sea deeper, literally, that I'm truly overcome with emotions. It's only been two months since our last encounter, yet I dream of the next already. And thus it can't be helped that my longing manifests itself in an outpouring of thoughts, of musings about the Sea in a poem.

However, it is not a soliloquy but a dialogue. And in this instance, the Sea is channeled through another poem, which I scribbled a while back, and which now takes on a whole new meaning for me. In this dialogue is an ever-present cycle, a quandary, between me and the Sea, and our open-ended relationship.

So step into the waters and welcome to my reverie.

Reveries of Blue

I see the sky dance in your gaze

and I am enthralled

Captivated

By the depth with which you stare

At me

Through me

And lure me in, step by step

So that I am helpless

in your embrace

I give myself to you

as you sweep me off my feet

So completely

I am yours

And you take me. No apologies

Your touch is soft

Against my skin

A warm caress, enfolding

You drape me in a shroud

So blue

It swallows clouds

and golden light

Until none is left, but you

And yet what life you hold beneath

What magic that you keep

Beyond the maelstrom

On your face

A secret world awakes

Breathing, its blue blood

Pumping , coursing

Through valleys and cities

that only your eyes can see

And your heart can hear

I reach out

Your cold hands slip through my fingers

I am caught

as you recede and surge

For while you keep me in

You

Keep me out

Spoil me and spare me

And I oscillate in the wind

With no choice but

Dance to your undulations

I am not of your world

Though I stay

I sit and watch

Your blue cradle turn to gold

to warm me

despite our distance

In another plane I belong

To you

Where you can keep me in your chest

Where I can live in your arms

Where I can breathe

You and be

But here and now

I can only wait

'til the next tides surge

And I am back in your embrace

With only memories

Of sunshine on your face

Words Like Water

It's a sensation

Like water trickling through

fingertips,

that my words seem to create

with you.

It's not quite stone

that lodges itself between

the crevasses of your

thoughts.

Instead it's a fluid form.

Passing.

What can I do

with transience of this

existence?

When I ride a vessel

ever-drifting,

ever-caught in the waves

to distant shores.

No anchor keeping me

Aground

No compass keeping my bearings

Straight.

But I can't seem to step out

of this cycle.

Where the Sea

becomes Air, and the Air

becomes Rain, and Rain

becomes Sea.

That cannot be contained

in your hands;

that has the touch of silk,

soft and whispering,

like a suggestion.

Not like wood.

Dense and solid.

A command.

How can I stay with you now?

When you have built

no dams for me,

no ducts for me.

I am the Ocean

just gushing out

into the Wind

Wanting nothing more

than to stay

by your shore.