I smiled as he dragged me down,
As the waters filled with light
Under a blue violet sky.
I might have screamed.
Probably tried to escape, at first,
Like we all do.
Until the shifting mass blocked the white light,
And my hair glowed red brown and waved
Lazily in the cold, cold waters.
I watched my laughter rise to the surface,
Caught in bubbles of sound.
I wonder if you could hear them popping.
Do I let myself fall, descend, float,
Down, down, down,
Into the electric water?
Yes.
Someone's body (is it mine?), suspended in
This, the glorious half-dream,
A crystal glass of trapped time.
Somehow, white gold sparks dance around,
And my hair still glows
A passionate auburn.
There's an odd, striking resemblance
Between the reddish strands
And the white-turquoise world around me.
What will happen if I let this
Serenity
Envelop me completely?
Then,
The two lungs inside me decide
They need oxygen with a burning passion.
My toes dig into the concrete.
I push through the surface
For fresh and stale air on my face,
And gold and sapphire clouds in a amethyst sky.
The sky deepens within itself.
Deep, dark purple blooms behind the clouds,
Velvet petals at the bottom of an abyss.
And I can't see any stars.
But if I take myself seriously,
I'm not really looking for them.
Another breath, two more,
Then I let myself fall once again,
As I drift to slumber in the shifting tide.