Drifting along the
rippling Tide
Shores whitened
with foam far and wide
Waters drawing me
in, I am swept away
Into your arms,
“Child of Clay”,
You whispered
softly, called my name
Rocked gently my
broken frame
Luring me into the
bottom of the sea
Filling my lungs,
setting me free
With a kiss on my
burning lip
Where is my crew,
where is my ship?
I cannot see the
surface, it’s pitch dark
Where the mast
struck, it left its mark
Blood trickled,
mixed with tears
How long has it
been, seconds or years
I battle with the
raging waves for a breath
They slam me
under, to face my impending death
My ship is a now
coffin, the stern and bow
You are the waters
the dragged me below
The waves around
me toss and churn
To your embrace I
long and yearn
You are the dream
that burns inside
You are the shore
where I have died
Maxwell O’REILLY