Seething Surfaces.

Our sorrows meet and merge as one,
The confluence of two swollen rivers-
overflowing with the flood of tears.
The tattered silence lies around us,
fitting smug like an old,favourite sweater.
 The element of passion begins to blossom,
As we surf over the massive swells,
The giant underbelly of blue numbness.
The  soothing swash of waves,
is now growing on us like a newfound home.
It's all gone,the sound of fear,
The oceans no longer foster beasts.