In the pool of the world,
She swims, and I watch her.
Underneath the surface is where I find her,
Where there is peace above all stillness
And feelings beyond comprehension.
Something about her is what I like about her.
There is light and darkness
In the span laid out before me;
She is Light, resisting buoyancy,
Underwater, and I see her.
There is no other sound
Than the sound she makes,
And I know very well that above the rest,
Her sound is loud,
Comforting, and intriguing,
Though there is nothing in the water
But silence.
Musicophilia
Picture taken from the wall of The Mind Museum at BGC. The blog name "Poetophilia" was inspired by Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia.
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