Breathe

No brush will ever render true,
The fluid transparent aqueous blue,
Nor words do justice to describe,
The ebb and flow of rushing tide,
Barely stirring golden dust,
Beneath pellucid glassy thrust;
As I lie within this flow,
Each nerve caressed from head to toe,
My arms outstretched towards the sun,
The sky, the sea and I are one.

I shift my frame from high to deep,
Propel myself with eager feet,
Into the realm of Neptune's lair,
Without a thought, without a care.
I know the Sea-god will not mind,
If I intrude his watery bind;
I come not to invade his reign,
He fears no loss, and knows my gain.
Slowly, into liquid light I sink,
A sudden play of colours blink,

Forming patterns I cannot hold,
Green, vermillion, brown and gold;
Dazzling brightly on the dark
Pillars that now mark,
Lines of a lost citadel,
Laid to sleep inside a bell,
Of silent time, caressed by soft
Currents, which carry aloft
My helpless frame to scare;
Burst the blue membrane, gasp air.

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