adamdaniel

A Baptism in Black

The harbour lights in glassy black,
The lapping water sleek,
The sailing flags all hanging slack,
The mooring tethers creak.

Neon glimmers, violet hued,
Present like precious gems,
Lamp light yields a spectral mood,
From which my ardour stems.

As the water rat creeps by,
I walk the boat ramp slope,
Underneath a moonless sky,
Of monumental scope.

I plunge into the silent deep,
My legs a trailing fin,
Visiting Poseidon’s keep,
In coldly clinging skin.

Then again to waiting land—
A resurrected soul,
Feet embedded in the sand,
With slumber as my goal.

I walk along the winding path,
That skirts the garden edge,
Dripping from my salty bath,
Around the cube shaped hedge.

Then into my bed I curl,
A bird in nesting peace,
Sleeping visions then unfurl—
A heaven sent release.

ADL