S
such a
lovely place to
call home, yet lingering
inside liquid glass walls, hoping
for my
freedom. alas,
searching fingers collect
my fancy fins. throughout ripples
of dance,
my journey will
bring new adventures on
currents never before sailed, and
creekbeds
turn into streams.
river's conform from cold
babbling brooks as filtering gills
caress
natures' passion.
the tiny hands which took
me from the small sea of costume
mermaids,
beckons master
poseidon, the most wise
creature to see the ocean's depths.
placing
me upon tides
of foamy cresting waves,
my spirit's now amongst sacred
promise.
swim my little
anglefish, seek out your
future in the dreams you call, the
abyss
S






~ Joyce



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