Sea of divers search for me
a ship remains
beneath the leagues.

Infant brave a mothers trait
swims silently
through murky haze.

Captain Reeves commands the crew
look under rocks
breathing or not.

The baby finds me almost gone
harpoon in chest
octopus scars.

The rescue efforts what a waste
we're floating here
beneath the waves.

The symetry of old and new
as wrinkles strecth
I come unglued.

Harpsicords and golden harps
play for us
a mermaids march.

Married now with inner self
pop the tanks
I give my breath

09/13/2011