Houses Under the Sea

The moon provided a high tide, reflections of starlight

The water provided the wet lullaby, a universal solution divine

I could still float; even in extreme isolation, on my back, deeply chilled under moon light

I could not see the tide but I knew the moon

I could no longer feel my legs but I knew they would float in saltwater

Myself and the sea I'm a pleasant flotilla; one human dissolving into one thousand miles of open water

And everything else that's already sunken under the sea, over the procession of time; under reflection

I could no longer feel my arms, but I could still float in cold saltwater

Under starlight contemplating my uniting; when the time comes to be consumed under surface back into solution

I imagine terror in that end as, very great; as the last tips break the surface, when I've entered the void

Under saltwater, finally sinking beneath waves and starlight; facial expressions of terror under moon light

Fading away, drifting into the darker, the darker still; until the dark is all that is left now to see

I imagine the terror subsides, I'll imagine the moment of acceptance is the loss of resistance

Where there is no terror left to see, no sorry left to be sorry for, no hatred left to hate us with

The end of terror is the beginning of where I will end; in the deep where the dark now is all that is left to see

Enveloped; dissolved into deep aether, under the darkest parts of the sea

I am become body of the sea; for flora, for fuana to dine upon me now; into the earth under sea

Under moonlight, under starlight, beyond terror, past acceptance, into innocence

Reviews

[Beautiful Intentions]

This has a sense of rebirth about it... Having to fully dissolve, submerge, taken to the very brink of living horrors in a release of all that is to be felt in order to rise again. Returning to the sea... Seemingly swallowed by the night sky... This entire poem riveting, magical and simply majestic. Such a deep lover of the ocean am I. Sigh...So many lines in this piece purely brilliant, however this, "The end of terror is the beginning of where I will end...", had about summed this entire poem up for me. These words saying it all just as, "acceptance is the loss of resistance". Moving past it all, all that is to be felt and known to be born again into innocence. Just utterly provoking and powerful!

[Davidgeo]

I kinda forgot about this one. Somewhere I know there are notes on how I wanted to improve this specific poem. I'm glad you liked it, it's one of my favorites. Even though I did totally forget about it. Thanks for the review, you reminded me to revisit this to make it better.

[Beautiful Intentions]

Oh... Aha.:) It was written some time ago... And I can see how it could be one of your favorites. It's just lovely, Batman. Thank you for sharing!

[Davidgeo]

It was my pleasure.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

this sounds like a very good introduction to an underwater adventure, or even a self reflective adventure of the inner person. Take a look at the Lion City of Quiando Lake, maybe the character encounters life in there, inspire!

[Davidgeo]

This is about drowning in the middle of the ocean in the middle of the night.