Beneath the Waves

Buried - corroded and torn Beneath icy waves that continuously wash and toss Never to rise to the once grandeur Of music, the dance, the laughter The high life I once paraded I have sunk into the gloom of dark watery depths I look longingly above to the once splendid light of day That now just flickers teasingly into my watery grave Once it was glittering chandeliers and cabin lights I was once titanic, buoyant on the high seas Resilient and proud at the tossing of high waves- Now through hollow, battered, buckled and bent walls I house fish instead of the splendid defiant people I once knew I know I will never rise to the beauty of light again To the splendor of sailing, slicing freely through aquamarine waves And the setting sun visions that turn waves to gold across a border-less horizon