Fingertips ripple off the ceiling
Emerging from the Ivy sea
Shadows speeding closer
-Make haste!-
Fuzzy figures of the outside world
Dance, with distorted images.
Ships? No, too small.
Soft angelic bubbles lift them above,
To the surface.
Blankets of ocean steal the air
pounding with fierce fists of rage
Dragging the hands back, as if to say,
"You are mine forever?"
Ripping through lace and foam,
Determined to be free, fingers
Break through glass surfaces, again.
Ocean has no patience for disobedience.
As a ruler - she becomes the tyrant.
Tidal waves, rise!
In favor of silencing you hers, for
an eternity!
Buoyant and light, waves wash over
Like rain.
Appearing to triumph, palms
Become sure and unshaken.
An eerie calmness settles over the ocean.
Coaxing, flattering the naive
Offering the entire world for a feast;
If hands, fingers, palms, and souls will return,
Then Submit.
Land is found. Support at last!
-Rejection for the heartless sea is
De-lightly painted on the fingernail-
Naive palms face land.
It is the final last, protection.
Feeling dirt beneath the soul
Grinding it between knuckles,
Wonderful!!
Ice in the water begins to melt,
Trembling waves turn into boiling madness.
Scorching the palms!
Scolding their spirits!
Still getting closer, five fingers gain land.
More fierce and intense rises the heat.
"Never will you leave me!" She shouts,
"You belong to me!"
Vigorously panting and scratching the rocks,
Gently hands begin to tire.
Hope is the only strength.
Halfway out of the water, Land partially Embraces the palm.
Lifting them from the sea
Dragging the fingers, so brave, so young.
Tides come up for one last fight.
Then pouncing upon land, she
Captures the index.
Lighting strikes and the lake becomes frozen.
Unbreakable chains commence
Pulling; tearing at the finger.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of
regret and depression, the captive finger
Gives in and submits to the will of Ocean.
***********
Clouds depart sending a
Magnificent blade with tears of love.
It strikes the soul, severing the
Finger from the hand.
Then, those remaining, are carried away.
Covered with years of pain,
Time, the only true healer of an
Open wound, Passes.
Leaving scars wished never to be remembered
Upon a place that will never b e erased.
In the souls of the four young fingers.
"Escape the sea and all her helpers,"
Warn the four strong hands.
"Do not tempt the waters in,
Or your fate may be to be
Buried in the
Depths of the
Ocean."
