The Surfer Poem by Sheryl Deane

Give me an ocean to swallow
And I will follow that wave
Riding high in the wind and rain
Balanced on illusion

Racing through a tunnel of roaring water,
Shiny as a sapphire, slippery as melting ice
Fast- changing as wind swept clouds
A journey of no return

Daring to touch the inner circle, with finger outstretched
Feeling the cold moment while catching seconds,
I stand alone in a living blue cave,
Bursting with possibility

Behind a crashing cacophony of foam explodes
My time is up!

Breath held in one desperate gasp
Suddenly thrust beneath a fierce turbulence
Held down by invisible mighty hands
My soul is flung in depths below
Till oblivious of the world above
I lie on bed of sea sand rested

The silence is,
Pure Heaven