Soft touch of your cheek

The sight of a soft curl
a thin line across a temple of the sea
wanting to burst away from it's gates
the soft feel of the doorway
and the energy on the inside
tring to burst away
held back
pusing on the doors
now outside wanting to see in
soaking through the thick surphace
dampening the out side
but not gettin through
standing on the outside
feeling the energy held deep within
knowing the power of the sea
watching it run across the desert
finily opening
but never revealed
just a glance nicks the wall
and a stare pushes a hole
but the water wants to gush
to live
to breath
to enter the outside world
trapped
encaged
wanting toget out
not opening the door
not seeing the love
not knowing the happiness
not feeling me