We Swam That Day

We swam that day
morning light invite to that shore
Jumping, crashing, waves were smashing
engulfing us as we played
Shore line furthered
Suddenly further, undertow carried
carried me away

The waves, the current
I their victim 
took me deeper still
Overhead crashing, smashing
waves they crushed my chest
Defiantly fighting, swam strokes fighting
Fighting til my last breath
These limbs nine years young
So young I was to fear 
fear for life shortly lived
The strength to fight
slowly escaped my limbs

The light on surface fades so fast
faster still it fades
sinking down the light it goes
it goes so far away
Drifting as the air escapes
a halo of bubbles rising 
spherical symbols of my life leaving
leaving, rising away

Darkness swept my mind 
hope was darker still
still my limbs were,  floating
fighting no more, sinking
The surface... my mind... hope
faded to darkness

And then it was dark...
peacefulness came, I saw no light
saw no light....I was consigned...
...peacefully consigned to die

Murmured voices calling, saying
saying things too distant to hear
hearing voices, calling from further
further than I could hear
They drew closer, the voices closer
My mind drew closer to clear
I felt the wind touch my skin
Floating now, coughing
coughing, expelling sea
reclaiming the breath
breath that ran from me
............................................................
Do I remember that day?  Of course.
We swam that day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Ginn Avatar
January 14, 2009 at 9:26 PM
Omgosh do you still swim? Jeepers Alfie I wouldnt even get in the bathtub again. I can only imagine the horrible dreams you must have had. Laurie
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