Our Journey #poetry #prose

what do you see photo prompt by Sadje

Silence. A dead silence that speaks,
and whispers of dread and dismay

We knew there’d be dark days on our journey
but not like this; this we did not see,
did not foretell

Yet here we are, rowing through a carvenous doom
threatened by stalactites-and-mites
sharp and poised to impel the slightest mistake

We knew our journey to a lasting love would be tested

But not here in this place,
blue with disguise
aglow with treacherous beauty
calm with still eerie waters

I stroke with caution yet regret ripples carelessly through this pool of memory.
Distorting and revealing reflections of past failure

The slosh as I row echoes danger,
bouncing with ill omens,
oscillating a lover’s fears
A fear of committment,
a fear of heart’s surrender

But on we row,
on we stroke,
on we slosh,

taking solace in being by each other’s side
in this tiny boat of hope
sailing to a light of day unseen

a light of future so near

#whatdoyousee