I dream

I stand at the waters edge,
Staring into the deep,
Imagining what it would be like,
To drown,
To be held down,
Water forming around me,
Molding me anew.

My toes test the water,
Teasing me,
Lapping at my skin,
Tempting me to step in,
Seeming so harmless.

But I am not as naive
As the water takes me for,
I know this is not my answer.
But I dream,
Of floating away,
And having it all
Washed away.

The wind,
Taking my sails,
Spreading me out to sea,
Like a bird in the clouds,
Wrapped in loving arms,
The water caressing me.

That tenderness is a façade,
As the waters form the mountains,
Cut rivers into the rock,
What would it do with me?
My tender flesh?
So I don’t float out to sea.

But I dream,
That I could just float away,
Maybe one day.
k.a.stryker © June 1, 2001