Deep Blue

Deep Blue

It comes to me in subdued steps when this rattled mind rests. The thought of something distant and extraordinary. A quiet coast, a shifting storm of sands, a forest containing beings greater than me.

It is a captivating thought. A place where superfluous suburbs are a painful premise. Where the land stands unconquered by smog, and the stars still bother to watch the people below.

The idea of these places is soothing to my soul. What a lovely image, traipsing on ground that has seen few if any.

Imagine being there. Imagine sitting down to chat with the moon. Imagine listening for errant sounds and hearing nothing but a light murmur of wind.

Silence.

A gift long forgotten by this district. A gift dismissed by capitalist syndicates and the naïve fools seduced by their two-for-one promises. The concept of a peaceful, untouched meadow eradicated from their minds. How annoying it must be for them to see a forest instead of a parking lot. To see any reminder that wild things gallivanted in their concrete oasis.

Alas, all the wild things have faded. The gluttony of industry has extinguished life in this place. Years ago, there must have been something beautiful, indescribable. A sight so magnificent you swore magic was real. Today exists nothing. Whatever magic that existed here withered centuries preceding the stars’ last visit.

The stars have departed.

Observational eyes see everything but magnificence.

Nothing remains. No wild woodlands to roam. Their splendor usurped by chained restaurants, crowded condos, and every flavor of church God-fearing men of inaction could ever desire. It’s hard to imagine a time when fireflies frolicked through these streets, but the echoes of their loss are easy to feel. A great sadness for the destruction of what was and pity for what remains.

I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.

Hell, I didn’t even get a chance to say hello.

Roads outnumber the trees, cars outnumber the birds, abandoned buildings flourish farther than freedom.

I dream of being free from this.

I dream of a place removed from this. I see images that stir in my subconscious. A vision of light red grains of sand in a vast desert. Mild green leaves cascading from trees as tall as mountains. The deep blue of the ocean, an old friend holding all the things we’ve come to know and all we’ve unknowingly forgotten.

I hope I don't forget what used to exist here.

I want to remember it all. The sights, the trees, the wild things, but it's all so vague as I stare at this paved road. A memory of a memory drifting down into the deep blue.

I mourn the loss of that which I never knew.