Seize

There is a lagoon sapphire, transparent. Crystalline minerals sparkle in suspension. A ribbon of chilled air rises from the tension.

A wisp of vesper kisses leaves. Broad, glossy, emerald they turn to the caress of the breeze.

Heavy dew forms pear shaped, running through cumulus pulled to condense on tourmaline glass.

At the threshold beyond the reef the ocean fuses to sky, carrying gaze through spectrum to space.

Inestimable, source of blushed skin, glows back from jewels encrusted under and on.

Stand.

Step.

Feel the quartz fall

Step.

Stand.

Feel the wind at your nape

Step.

Fall, you are lagoon.