Above the waterline,

On silk-blue-skin glide free,

As feathered monarch robed in spotless white,

With jeweled beads,

As sparks of spirit slide then drop once more into this sea of life.

Reach long and slender neck-deep breath held fast,

Search far this darkened world of liquid cloud-green silt,

Against the stubborn force of buoyancy you grasp,

Insight of air your sense of place rebuilt.

. . .

A swan dives its head under the water in search for food, as I for love to feed my soul.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2010

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