An aquatic roundelay

I escape in the movements of drowning
The calm within the sea,
The dark green of the lake bed,
Describing what peace can be.

The gentle waves go lapping
To move me on my way,
A graceful dance in dying
With an aquatic roundelay.

The arms that come out stretching
Are gladly out of reach,
For the spirits of the deep
Are those I shall beseech. 

With love no longer in the air
Then water is my home,
To give my spirit to the deep
From where I will not roam.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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