Searching deep for something beautiful symbolizing love for one who cannot fathom.
I submerge in my native gear,
hunt for things
worthy of your beauty,
return to the surface to meet you.
You found treasures
from the sea's neglect.
then regale you with tales
of my discovery
amid the pearls and lost treasures
on the ocean's floor.
You offer me a coconut,
usher me to a bed of palm fronds
in the temperate shade.
I catch a scent on the breeze,
wonder where it came from,
wonder what you would look like
in a grass skirt,
colorful leis about your neck,
as the ukelele strums a rhythm
matching our heartbeats.
I've ventured across the horizon,
returned to find you sifting dead sand
for discarded shells and uniquity.
My tales put on hold,
you offer shopping lists,
chores, reminders from the fridge:
Doctor appointment, kids
need to be picked up from school.
I watch you leave for work.
I grab my iPad and crush brilliant images.
The screen glows and begs me
to write you another ode,
hoping this time you'll notice
just how beautiful I think you are.
The thought, originally, was about how I have these different levels. I meet my wife near the surface, but return to dive deeper where she's unable to go to bring her back something beautiful like words to show my appreciation of her and this world we share. She doesn't get it. That's okay, but I long to have a bond with her on deeper levels that she is currently out of her element in.
The idea that sprung from the initial start is that the things that wash ashore LIVE in the sea before they die. I feel you can more fully appreciate life and love while it is breathing and still beautiful. Perhaps, I'm not afraid of how scary love can be. It is wild and untamed, but can be possessed and held captive on dry land...before it is dead and regurgitated from the depths.