Stormy seas

A storm rages within,

A hurricane of shadows rising in a cacophony of silent thunder,

Each feathered beat blowing winds that rips deep beneath the salted surface

Wiping the darkness with a ravenous flurry of discord.

An ocean devoured of light

Mirrored to the emptiness in which it lays

Found no refuge in sound.

There was only a whispering, a rustling within the waves

Betraying the silence of the bound.

Phoenix

You speak of a phoenix, a resurrected soul
But you do not realise that the death in which she drowned
A blackness to which she had been bound
Was only broken, relieved
When you held out your hand
To hold her as she rose
Born in the throes
Of an exultation untold.

A Moment

You looked into my soul, beyond the glare of the world
Beyond that which I was defined,
A moment in which
I lost a hold of all the ties and laws
That held me bound
To those that dictate how both the heart and mind
Should be inspired.
I let you breathe in the voices whispered in my soul
Of a freedom,
A life
That once hidden, you found.
Alive.