Rising

I am whole
I am
nonchalant
rocking
rock
rocking
below the depths of a flood
arms outstretched, tunes seeping
but not quite touching
the bowls of
the heart.
it is broken
it is insanely sweeping,
gracefully before my eyes
but not quite touching
the depths of my mind.
for, I am lost,
beyond comprehension
uprising
rising from her own creation,
a flood
a flood emotionally erratic,
scattering towards an open heart
yet not quite touching.
this is a tune
just there,
above the clouds and moonlit skies
nestled between her heart and ours.