Sleek and unyielding;
Your surface doesn't
lie...
You,like the ripples
on a pond.
The whispers of a lake.
The roar of the oceans;
A waterfall's thunderous
quake.
IN thrall of this, your,
undeniable exposure.
Such as it is;Dare we to
wake...
How can we fake...
How alive we are in your
blunt reality?
Luring us with your soft,
sensual formality.
Skimming the surface begs
we insist on the eventuality,
Of more....
Shattering all barriers....
Losing oneself.
Shimmering in the actuality,
Of reaching the ever changing
display,
Unrelenting:There before us.
Dishonesty never a part you
can play.
Persistent in your faithful,
Honest reply...
One tale can be told but there
Is but one you cannot tell....
This you can't deny...
It's wind soars and awakens in
all of us in a place which you
are denied the right to reside,
Just as beautiful;
Just as unyielding it may ride,
Beyond the surface.