My love for you
Was like sea glass
Initially jagged, unformed
Broken at the neck
Yet retaining the hue of emotion
Deep enough to pursue eternal
I tumbled over waves, dived further than breath, longer than one life
Losing need for solidity, I broke apart
The sea poured into my arabesque making
Stinging air and endless storm bucking like wild foamy horses
Crossed my being with deluged search
I became the very mouth of the ocean
Lost days at sea, wound around argent world
I learned no language but the rub
The rub of flayed feelings touching salt
against my glass heart.
Great metaphor!
I read this and images are flowing when suddenly the music on the radio I was ignoring assaults me. It is from the Proms. It is that tsunami of sound, Verdi’s Dies Irae. I lose all track of where I was going, tumbled like your sea glass heart in that wave of emotion. It is fitting in some way undefinable.
A marvellous simile