They float there in that sea of dreams
The futures built from manmade schemes
For all to share with rod and line
That Thought provides for those supine
The surface waters warm and clear
Inviting as they may appear
May urge one further to descend
Into a world where fear must end
To plunge deep down where no light plays
Where mysteries upon one gaze
That can devour or set one free
Few dare who rash or mad must be
yes…
Indeed 🙂
It’s a questionable place indeed.
Trust is difficult if secrets exist.
Great poem Jan
Thanks Richard. It’s where Nature meets man face to face.