I come back to the water, though it frightens me to see
The portraits of my ancestors, souls long gone in the sea.
The water’s cold, though I can swim the depths are swallowing
Me drowning, falling, mute, asleep. The shadow’s following.
My consciousness deep in my heart has way back gone insane.
I hear his voice, I fall apart, the vision in my brain
Keeps showing me, while bubbles flow, two enigmatic eyes
I’m from somewhere used to know in alien disguise.
1.04.2018
Morpheus s Water Dust
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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