Am I a haven, - a common habitat?
Will I rise to the surface,
Or descend in the black?
I search for my refuge retreat,
On the sands of the isle's,
And the wide ocean deep;
Will I feel the air on my cool white walls,
Or again share my place,
With creatures so small?
I seek and wait,
To delay no more, -
I'm a shell among many alone on the shore!
Through each current and wave,
Silvery glass, - from the surface I fade;
Beams of luminous, shimmering streams,
Guide me too the bottomless sea;
I reach my fate, -
Destinies portion of beauty so great!
Michelle lee Schaeffer (c) 2007