Port Morien

The layers of the soul,
fold upon one another,
until time draws them apart again.

All the while,
true love swims through,
the tidal bore,
making its endless journey.

It flows about,
daring us to look,
and move with great effort,
to a place in the heart.

Floating just under,
the waves,
spying for the one,
gazing upon our unsuspecting selves.

And then,
and only then,
to come upon the shore,
under the cover of night.

The journey began,
ages ago in a far away time,
a quest for the moment.

Before he could see her,
he could sense her,
before he could touch her,
he could feel her.

In his soul he was beguiled,
her beauty was complete,
her self was steel,
with black and white in contrast.

She could sigh,
and he would relax,
she could anger,
and he would retract.

This was the divine,
touch of her beauty,
upon him in every way.

He swam the currents,
in desperate search,
of her loving touch.

It seemed as if,
all the tides and currents,
of the world,
lay before him.

He made his way,
no matter what the adversity,
traveled upon the sea to reach her side.

And it was there,
in the Bay of Fundy,
he fought his way through,
the tidal bore.

He could see her upon,
the shore in all her beauty,
and it was time,
for a leap of faith.

And so with the cover of night,
he swam to the shore,
his eyes and heart never leaving her.

He left the sea,
and came to the land,
along the shore,
to join with her in love.

There was no place,
for doubt,
there was only,
complete and true love.

The ordeal began,
under the hidden moonlight,
to twist and pull with such fright.

He reeled with the pain,
to shed his skin,
and walk upon the land,
to touch his true love.

But fate had other plans,
for it was the time,
of the Blue Moon,
and the shore became washed in light,
at the very moment,
he had almost shed it all.

And his long journey,
came to a sad and abrupt,
conclusion as the moonlight,
trapped him upon the shore.

From that moment,
he became frozen in time,
trapped in the tidal bore,
and love that was never to be.

And even now,
you can find him,
still locked in his endless love,
waiting for her,
gazing upon the sea,
but tricked by the Blue Moon

Category:

Film & Animation

Tags:

• Nova
• Scotia
• Rankin
• Family
• Digital
• Painting
• Cape
• Breton