And Plato Foretold...

The tide would soon come in yet i didn’t notice its swirl about my feet; transfixed upon the lightening horizon, aware of ashen lunar sadly setting, It was the distance that held my spirit and I would soon know why. The tide had come cool around my thighs, my mind - clear but captive - was coloured in emotions as warm as the glowing sky. The element engulfed me, pulled at my balance, I oblivious to all, but the distant sky. The tide was come in, I am drowned in it... through the blue I could see the golden hue of the risen sun and in the moment of quiet I marvelled; unbreathing, unthinking but smiling Then I heard it, my name – and bass resonated against that ancient wound of Plato's lore, from which my mate was once torn so that I was awakened – compelled to swim, to break through the surface to a sentence completing: "...I love you."