The Deep Is Coming

1970's (?)




The deep is coming.

This place is beautiful
Corals, ferns...
Colors and playmates...
But the deep is coming.

We touch it and shy away
Like feathers on a breeze
Wanting to dare
But flitting away again.
It looks dark.

The deep is coming.
No longer are there things
That sustain and satisfy...
No longer is there need
For bright light and sun rays...
Our eyes have adjusted
And the deep... waits.

Once more we play in the warm
Once more we tickle and flit
Once more we dance and dream...
But the deep is there
And we shall go...
For ill or glory...
For life or death...
We will pass once more
To the next great adventure.




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