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Submerging

Flat and smooth like satin
lapping gently at the edges
in the cool first rays of morning
all is tranquil where I stand

There's a bull frog in the distance
and crickets singing their last call
the dock creaks underneath me
on this cool morning in fall

Mists hover over water
blending lines with supple gray
this world is mine alone
lost and found all in one day

I pierce it's skin with my toes
and feel it's cool pulse through my skin
lapping softly up against me
a pure place in all this sin

Again I stand defiantly
challenging all who hold me back
then inhaling morning mist
I dive into waters black

Awake, alive, asleep I dream
of cold black water caressing my skin
I reach the surface with a silent scream
and I am cleansed of all my sin

© Copyright, 07/06/01, Amy Strauwald.
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