The Shy Land

The fire atop reflects the desire within,
Small, cinderous dots rest on sun kissed skin,
The flame only tamed behind the ocular abyss,
So deep and derange; an aquatic bliss,
The vessel so pure but within, Divine,
Each breath demure, pervasive, benign,
Exploration is a journey, and the journey a quest,
No explanation could be worthy of what the sights possess,
What the eye sees, what the heart feels, and what the mind thinks,
Synchronicity of all three within my soul sinks,
To depths uncharted where pressure begins to blend,
Desires and reality even the Ethos can't comprehend,
So to this end, I do intend, deeper within I will descend,
The soul my wend and desire my wind,
Until her essence and I transcend.