I stand in front of a wall.
It shifts and moves in front of me
and I look at the shapes
that are within the colours.
I take in its shifting and morphing flow,
mesmerised by what is before me.
There are faces contained by the water,
skylines and waterways,
dreams that have laid forgotten
waiting to come to the surface once more.
I can hear voices whispering to me,
snippets of song and rhymes
that I used to know.
I touch the wall and realize
that it is not stone in front of me
but a wall of water.
It moves with life and with purpose,
deeper than I can possibly know
and just as infinite.
I close my eyes to hear the sound
of the water more clearly.
Instead of darkness,
I can see the water as it moves
and splashes into the empty crevices,
filling up the shadow with blue.
There is an intense calm inside me
and I watch from within
as the colour of the water darkens.
It takes me deeper inside myself,
urging me not to be afraid.
I open my eyes and look at the wall
of what I now know is water.
Removing my hand,
I watch as ripples form in the surface
and I can feel the same ripples
as they move within me.
I stare at the wall in front of me,
realizing that I am being given a view
into the depths of my emotions,
the spaces that they can fill up,
filled with both light and shadow.
I wonder if I took a boat and sailed
upon those waters,
so blue and so deep,
where would they lead me?
I stare entranced at a portal
that shows my internal landscape.
I watch as a small boat does appear
as if I wished it there.
I close my eyes to watch
as it embarks on a journey
and I wonder what
it will find.