The Water Vanity

with weary eyes

from wandering

and sore skin

from constant

groping,

I stop at a silent splash,

suing to steal a second

of silence.

all the incessant pining

gives me a headache.

I'm just ragged from refusals.

 

I'll dive inside it

the deep dark and absolute

quiet. 

submerge face and body

in its stillness.

 

before I break and descend

He's there.

this water's black surface

pregnant with his perfection.

 

I'll never tear myself

from his stare.

wasting away, finally contented,

locked in those fierce blue eyes.

Author's Note

A musing on one of my favorite character's from Greek mythology.