Continued

Submerged my face and opened my eyes,
oxygen bubbles were fast on the rise,
I saw in each one a reflection of you,
then all was black, all was through.

To Be Continued

I feel something inside
you ebb away, some
delicate fragility. Worn
by years of neglect the
fabric frays at the edges,
faded texture,
withered lustre.
But the Magic is not gone,
it remains,
refrains
again and again.
Focused perception unveils
the light. I see it. So bright.
I see it.
Why can't you?