A spark like a fire.
The prismatic hues of a crazy diamond.
And the love of a heart.
Of a child forlorn and in need
Of a lover.
I am that man.
As I lie washed on the sands of the beaches.
A band of metal slips onto my finger.
The third finger for music.
As though put there by the ocean herself.
And the ocean dowses my pain with her salt.
Washes away my sorrows forever.
And as I give myself away to its loving warmth
And let myself be washed away in the tide
I know that
I have known a bond of love.
My spirit feels disjoint no more.
And I swim free into the depths of the unknown.
The eyes in which I see an uncharted ocean beckon.
And I fly to them with my heart set free.