If the waves clutched for my feet once more
And invited me to drift
Would you pull me back from ocean's shore
Or let my spirit lift;
Would you wade into the waters deep
And hold my frozen life
Or discontent with ocean's tide
Let be with saddening strife.
If moonlight was our only cover
And her reflection beckoned me-
Would you swim a naked body
And sing our souls as "Free"
If ensconced in nature's grasping hands,
Whether waves or Freedom's play
Will you follow me, but nature's pet,
And embrace the dying day?
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013