Answer

On a clear summer day
it’s a breath taken in
flowing deep down, within
Blue sky, thin clouds
Trees in the breeze,
reflection an idyll
shining bright in her eyes
showing time slowly taken,
her world exhaled.

Touched by the sound
as the world lays down
and bows to her
Beauty
and surrender
awaiting

Silent footprints driven
by eyes that absorb, not observe
Breathing in
Stealing the surrendered
On to the waters edge
to the surface reflection
shining back the vision
without flaws

Pulled by the vision
transformed in the eyes
from the beauty.
Attraction
and darkness
luring.

By the waters edge, fallen
knees on wet sand
embracing, exploring.
Pulling the water
onto
and within.
Reflection disturbed
and beneath surface
clean, pure gives way
to deep, thick blackness
that pulls as she submerges
her skin and her will.

“I came here for this.”
she said, as she poured water across her skin.
I came here for this.
As the water pulled back,
submerging.

But it was the hand that walked with her,
the warmth
and the familiar
that accompanied that walk to submission.
That was the image she thought
as the water pulled her under
and there in the gloom,
beneath the sky, the clouds
and the reflection that shone back,
that was the place she found her answer.