in the hidden blue

in these inky waters
of darkness
and diffused light,
and bubbles
that still breathe,
where everything's tinged
with the many shades of blue
melting into each other,
I grope,
I feel,
I smell,
I taste,
with these
writhing tentacles,
longing to draw you in
to the other side
of what you see,
where you can listen
to the sound of silence
drawn into these hidden folds,
those that must be loved
and seen
by me.