The reflection of you shimmers
in the beckoning azure of the sea,
rippling to random heights,
liquid blue crests sweeping.
Coming from far — leaving near.
The soul of you stretches
to deepness unseen,
reaches to lengths unknown
lifting to blinding horizons.
Its warmth palpable — shape shifting.
I shift with you in the shimmering azure
taken to the deepness unseen
to blinding horizons of lofty vastness,
fluid mountains in motion.
Leaving from far — coming near.
Our souls meet,
somewhere in the azure.
They know what we feel;
the horizons, mountains, and sea.
Our shape palpable — our warmth shifting.
~By Emily Clapper