On the shores of minds

Drained empty, 
Bled dry 
Yet you demanded 
I drench you in love.
A love that made the dark in you, 
feel like a final sunrise
Eternal plumes of dusky dreams 
littered the bed,
But carefully you did not tread.
Dredging and churning 
to muddy the waters.
My voice buried in ink, 
gasping to return
Floundering to write.
Ink few could ever see; and
that fewer still dared to read.
Waves are not bound by the ocean
They live in shells; and 
break against the shores of our minds.
And now I know, 
some stars are not afraid 
to leave the sky,
to drown in the sea
to soak in hues 
of emerald swirls 
of jade dew.
To bring depth to words
to shatter the surface
to break the silence