Rise Above

When life is losing its point, it's spark...

The deafening hiss
Plunging deep into the foamy depths
The movement, the facets of crystal light
Rippling over a face, camouflaging
The surge of cool clarity
The push of dulled sanity
The ebb of filtered purity

Now like a stone
Reflecting errant rays, but still
Unmoved by all around, save the drag
The pull of downstream
Moss like layered clothing
Puts paid to buoyancy, urgency
Concealing in the shadows, such a thing
That once, so eager to dive
Now found in depravity

Only Your Eye can see
Only Your Hand can lift
From gloomy depth, to unspoilt light
This thing, not beautiful by sight
But strangely loved