Under Duress Her Sweet Caress

(Atlantic Ocean from Signal Hill, St. John’s, NL. Click on the image to view more of my photography)

Upon the surface of the sea she looked back upon me.
Her smile hidden in the darkness below.
Her reflection white as mountain snow.

No matter the distance she follows me wherever I go.
Forever flowing with the gravity of e-motion.
Turning round & round like an eternal ocean.

In the deep her creatures await their moment to rise.
They surface during the low tide.
Through infinity the many collide.

The young and the old, the first, the last and the bold.
Laughing, dancing, singing & wedded love.
Eventually looking for ways to get out of.

Soon the sun will come to vanquish the illusory from sight.
There will be gnashing of teeth.
The creatures return underneath.

E-motion runs dry without a heart to defy.
No more stuff to mold & manifest.
Finally the traveller finds rest.

The moon god dims away into a new day.
And the morning star burns brightly.
Yet Artemis in secret returns nightly.

JY

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About Jason Youngman

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night's sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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