Are we searching in the water a forgotten past? a forgotten life that thousands of generations before us had the pleasure to be part of?
As a man, I need to ask, is she still there...waiting?

Drowning, and yet, no dying
in the Kingdom of Poseidon,
wrapped forever in wet promises
which weren’t made of tears
but in happiness grandiloquent
exuberance of the lovers
that can’t or will not feel the fears.

Like bubbles in the fading waves
a face full of ebullient smiles,
there’s not goodbyes going out
because back again will it appear
taken from pure and darkened eons
with the moon pulling high ties
that make the waters so unclear.

With emerald colored thoughts,
diamonds in your eyes blues and
a tender promise that’s sparkling
like a coming flashing ethereal spear,
wearing a mischievous smile
and aiming for my waiting lips,
a moment of deep love to share.

As I sink with thousand fathoms
calling me to Circes abyss home
I see you floating away in a carriage
made of a myriad of liquid pearls
with adrift strands of golden hair
that the reaching down jealous sun
are pulling you up for its Princess.

And then an inner storm took me
like a tsunami suddenly around you
my body was like a warm wave
that melted together with the fading girl,
a furious maelstrom, boiling waters,
you, me, and a vortex getting smaller
two lovers pressed into a single tear.