On the distant horizon
As the mellow winter sun
Slowly dips its toes
In the cold waters of the ocean
And gentle waves lapping
Probing dark fingers of evening
Slowly creeping
And the ever present gulls
And the cormorants
Indistinguishable on the dark surface
Finally take flight
Tentacles of fears
Slowly rising from the depth
Gently embraces me
Calling to me ever so slowly
To shed all my fears
The unknown beckons
To let go
And step into the waters
As the waves gently laps around my ankles
And pulls me down
The cold slowly rising
And I shut my eyes with fear
To meet darkness with darkness
The cold hands of death
Ever so gently
Opens my eyes
And the denizens of the depth
Nibbles at my flesh
At last nirvana
Fear no more
And I sink to the bottom
Cradled softly by the darkness
I see the ray’s of the settin sun
Tomorrow will be another day
I may not be there
Conquering my fear
Someone sure will take my place
And face fear and rise
Banish the darkness
And conquer
And in death
Face fear of darkness
And soar
And see the light
Alas, too late now
For me to matter
