Pebbles

There are pebbles beneath my feet.
Cool water above my ankles,
it has taken my breath away.
And now it returns, warm within me.
But the warmth within is shadowed by the cold without.
And I feel so alive, so content.
Why water green, and sky blue?
Forced poetry, and babbled words.
The world is more real when I'm not in comfort,
as though bed is Wonderland, and warmth Nirvana.
Yet, I, in my naivety forsake this for the cold,
chilled water bellow, and pebbles between my toes.
I have developed a new love for air,
an appreciation for that which is over looked.
Oh to swim in the deep streams!
To run a hard race,
to sleep a deep sleep,
to climb a high peak,
to sit beneath a tree, basking in its shade.
Life is full, like my lungs.
And I am so thankful for life.
Cold negates gratitude.
A chill... appreciation.
May I ever absorb the chill,
and may pebbles always be under my heals.

"Cold, cold water, surrounds me now. And all I have is your hands."
-Damien Rice