Imagine

Take a plunge, down deep with me

Cold soft thoughts below the sea

Not quite formed, not quite real

Flowing forth with certain zeal

 

A container, a vessel

Which one of you may go?

Currents Pulling to and fro

Virgin thoughts o now be vestal

 

Tension of the great below

Manifesting of my soul

Waves break pebble laden shores

Kiss the sun these words are born

Copyright 2016 Jason J Walton