I see the sea with trashing waves knowing
        that death lies below a graveyard of bones,
        that dasher of dreams.

        So I may sleep
        Again entwined in my lovers arms these
        silent tears to keep,

        ...down...
        ...down.
        My hurried cry flys away on the wind

        hovering over the sea my lover reaches
        and I descend
        Into the depths of the sea.

Anna Mattingly