Deep, mysterious, enchanting;
plaintive cry in the arms of Morpheus.
What calm would it be to give in
amidst the fathomless depths,
dark, abysmal, wallowing;
hollow words in the bottom of despair.
How tempting to let go of the lifeboat;
be lost in the hypnotic, azure blue.
Let go and rest amongst the aged rocks.
Be part of the calm, harmless current,
where underneath nothing matters,
but a welcomed sleep of death.
Photo by: DavidK-Oregon's photostream
