Yet Another Time
I am back.
Up from the depths
The cold wet blackness
Dripping
Off my finger tips
I have made yet one more dive.
And still I have survived.
And still have kept
A hold
Upon my soul.
I am alive.
My lips are blue
From waters even colder than before.
But in my eyes are stored
A warm and awful dream.
For yet another time
I have stolen to the edge
And seen
The Form of God.