FAUVOLVING

That day we'd go sailing
Hearts beating
Pulses racing
Feet chasing
Our boat
Gear in hand

We found dear Marquet and
Escaped 
Past the sand
Calm and floating
Gentle waves
Seized the day!

Dove over the deck
Splashed and kicked
Beneath the water
Pulled the straps, but my
Mask didn't fit
Salt lapping my lips and
Eyes blinded a bit, but I found calm
Controlling my breath

Grabbed you tight
We dove under
Colors echoing so pure
Dabbing canvas with paint from the tubes
Life is made adapting gills
Flipping fins
Jumping in
Growing scales
The Dance
Now, we're 
Halfway through

Matisse is waiting
We're dreamscaping
To the sound of the percussion
Drums humming
She beckons our ears
Hearts pure
Music making
Pigments fleeting
Clicking
Beating
Nature calls is to revival 
It's Art!

Modern 
Abandoning 
Pressures which plague us
Or kill the natural cadence of tides
Song of Songs
Long ago
Sun glides across the water
Isolated
Transient chanting of tribes

Beating a tambourine
Acoustic cacophony
As a reckoning 
Draws nearer to rhyme

Schools escaping
Frenzied pacing
Moon fish kissing
Our faces
Naked slow dance
In a Fang Mask
Hearts romance
A flicker
Of light