Entry 92115 – Floater

With a world waiting under waves,

I met you at the surface

Your home was within sight,

under the moon, alone.

It seemed sturdy yet weightless.

Longing crept into me,

For a home with feather pillows,

Where sunlight was

Less than a visual effect,

Warm and direct.

I told you where I came from,

Splashed water with my tired arms,

To make you laugh.

“What will it take to get you out of the water?”

I grew serious, determined.

The force of duties is exactly like

The weight of water, dear friend.

My skills excited you: “Think of how much you could do on land!”

And for what purpose? If I wasn’t treading water,

Those might’ve been tears.

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