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!

Drifting now

Through each current and wave,

Silvery glass, - from the surface I fade;

Beams of luminous, shimmering streams,

Guide me too the bottomless sea;

Descending now,

I reach my fate, -

Destinies portion of beauty so great!

Michelle lee Schaeffer (c) 2007