Brief History of Drowning (part 3- The End)

Another white wave crashes
And we walk to the beat
Wondering how the ground
Got beneath our feet

But that doesn't matter
How important is the sand?
When you you walk with an angel
When you hold her hand

You've given me reason
You've given me rhyme
Selfishly I asked you
If you would be mine

In life saving hugs
And in vivid dreams
Words such as yes
Are too dangerous it seems

But I got no answer
And I know I'm not dead
Cause I woke up this morning
And it was all in my head

"I must go in, the fog is rising."
dying words of Emily D ickinson