Tempest Dreams
Dancing in dangerous watersShe prays for the hand to scoop her up
The cold wetness up to her waist
She dreams of the tempest to overcome
Vie, ere she has them
She rubs them between her fingertips
The soothing yet swallowing waves crash against her still
She looks forward to a most dreadful emotion
Dreams and dreaming of an open hand
She finds herself lost in the light
The water envelops her will
She is still dancing in dangerous oceans
Moving effortlessly yet she stands still
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