Season one and season two-
Our lives do not progress as such.
In and out and in between,
our breath is found within the seams.
We move and love and find once more,
familiar eyes and tight held hands.
Our bodies wonder and begin to move,
toward the red and the deep.
The cliff has mysteries of its own,
but danger only calls the feared.
Seeking awe in the creaks
of broken boards and ocean peaks.
The words are crisp and hold the dirt,
of all past jumps and tarnished sails.
Yet, the mystery beneath the soil,
beckons all who need the color.