Diving

What is there to moan and tear,
when the only plunge is the ultimate...

Thereby before the plunge, the awesomeness prevails,
like silvery twigs on the waves of serenity,
and down below life was teeming...

Soars of watery glow... a blurry vision sometimes, a glassy wall the other...
a promised peace...
a quieten pace...

Yet the plunge made,
was beyond expected,
there are of course those seen becoming realistically real...
but thorns wrap around..
the unseen ankles...
are they crown of thorns...
some what which pickles with every movement...

Down towards the seabed, the glorified world stands...
the weight pounding on was heavier than even within each sink...
the picture was clear now...
but my eyes refused to acknowledge...
It was as clear as the fields on a sunny day...
giving of veils and glimmer of tenderness...
I could see, yet I could not...

It was seeing at reality without really seeing it...
there is the sensation of still floating,
the thorns hold...
the medium holds...

Thus,
the only moon -lit dive,
was once and never more... 

The carefree days....

It will soon come to an end...
The breeze of the carefree days,
a full-on break at every solid object...

The sparrows chirp merrily,
to the shifts of gold and silver each day...
the last of the leaves dropped...
branches droop, tapping the shiny ice at bay...

As chill sweeps inland,
the kites which fly sit in heated cosy cupboards...
the bustle spell drew on new crowds...
steps multiply voices...
shadows meet at intersections...
lights brighten...
the air fills with living breaths...