Shattered Spectrum
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The Indigo Ocean is fading into a memory. Who knows how its waters flow when its Princess is lost?
I could go there. I could go there and see for myself the beautiful colours you left behind, the dark indigo glitter of your kingdom settling onto a dying crystal seabed.
But they would find me.
Find me as I swam between the blue and the purple in the liquid spectrum I was dragged from, into choking, grey air.
Find me as I cried for you and for my loss, for your cruel kindness that put me here on this dry and baron land.
Find me and take me to you.
I've no strength left to resist the threat, if it meant I could be with you again.
But how could I save you?
The land is nothing to the ocean, nothing to the ripple of the waters or the crash of the tide as it shatters into crystal on the golden beaches.
This beach is burned, a coast of ash and sadness in the still, stagnate air.
There is no colour in the ocean left to comfort it.
The rainbow has died.
I wish you could be here with me now, to share my embrace, to share my grief.
No matter how I try, I cannot blame you for my sadness.
If you were here now, I could show you. I could show you how much I cared.
Humans have more than words, more than an embrace.
There are forms of love that we have never experienced.
Even with the destruction, and the pain, and the suffering, this could have been a blessing.
But you are not here with me.
I sing for you, sing to keep them away.
I want to be with you, I want them to take me to you, but my song cannot be silenced.
My soul cries out to be with you and it drives them away.
I believe it is a sign of your will, a sign of your desire.
Why else would you have gone in my place?
Kindness…and love.
Two different things, maybe.
But I think you knew how I felt.
It would have driven me to insanity, had you not saved me from harm.
Did you care?
Did you love me?
It would have hurt more than any feeling of loneliness I suffer now.
Despite the ache in my heart and the cries of my soul, I still believe I will find you.
Our rainbow is divided, there are many oceans of colour to reach you, but I will find you.
I will keep singing for you, keep longing for the glitter of your ocean, keep dreaming of your melody.
The Indigo Ocean will be painted once again, and I will be there with you.
There are no other colours in this rainbow.
The rainbow of my shattered spectrum.
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