by Miranda Hawkins
The currents caressing my skin
Like a lover's hand.
The rhythm of the ocean
All around me
As I travel further from reality.
I swim forever,
Searching for something,
I'll know it when I see it.
There!
Rising out of the darkness
Like the ghost of an old friend;
A terrible anachronism and yet. . . it belongs.
The years have made it one
With the element that took its life,
immortalized in death.
There,
Floating beneath the waves,
Understanding comes.
This thing
That lies lost,
Forgotten on the cold ocean floor,
This thing represents my hopes,
My wishes,
My desires;
Dead, but immortalized
By my mind's memories.
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