Analysis of Diving

Yesterday I went back
to that same beach,
with paint and canvass
I painted a picture
of our love story.
Wading through silver water
waves high on the tide,
seashells, crunching under our barefeet.
Like crystal, they break into tiny pieces
falling into the deep sea.
The beach extends wide,
water reflecting the blue skies.
You tell me,
“Ebb and flow of the tide
Is like our relationship”.
I notice the ripple
of sunny sandcastles
shining in your brown eyes.
Afraid,
I stroll into the ocean
Diving into the first big wave
I can find.