The Depths Of You

I’m swimming,

like the stars that are shining in your eyes.

One arm and then the next,

Kicking weakly,

Toward your shifting shore,

Where there will be safe haven.

I’m drowning,

like the flints that are glinting in your eyes.

At times blue and then black,

Ticking bleakly,

Toward the end of your day,

Where there will be scant harbour.

I’m sinking,

like the pools that are the bottom of your eyes.

Fathom by blissful fathom,

Sticking meekly,

To my blind and gunless plan,

Where there will be meagre reward.

I’m swimming,

I’m drowning,

I’m sinking,

Into the depths of you.

© M.H.