Flying over an ocean.

It's beautiful,
like a broken light,
shining,
matted down
and spreading past the surface
of the frozen sounds.
Descent is fleeting, as I sit
across the way,
blocked off.
But you're still here,
my memory.
You're still here,
my love.
And you'll stay here
as the ice crashes through the surface
breaking all the somber thoughts,
crashing all the hopes and dreams
of my forgotten heart.
And when it falls,
it'll calm again -
that beauty that was matted down,
the ocean
that breathes on.