(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)
She is not a babbling brook,
announcing every stone as she skips over it,
pulling leaves and twigs
in the current.
You cannot see the currents
running deep below,
speeding ships across the waves
beyond the glittering horizon.
Only the changing colors
when you step beyond the safety
of crashing waves.
You cannot see the secrets
hidden where the sun’s light does not reach.
Where the weight of water
crushes strongest steel
and monsters glow.
Jagged teeth and crooked eyes
waiting.
You may never know the depths
of her heart,
see the the wreckage of those who failed before.
You may only know the beauty
of a shining blue surface
warmed by the sun.
She will know you.
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