Waters

I am drowning - am I?
what else to call it
when these waters take my breath?
I am drowning - am I?
Oh could you hear that tempting
promise from the depth...

And how could man deny,
withstand the herald’s cry?

A decent sonnet of blue
what else to call this luring
remedy to me?
Oh, so cold and so pure
with surface but another
fading memory

And how could man not fall,
withstand the herald’s call?

And I’m sinking down
into the silence
into the waters
where echoes breed
    
I’m drifting down
into the halflight
into the deep
into the deep    
It’s oh so cold
and oh so still
a counter world
where echoes breed
I’m drifting down
chasing the echoes
into the deep