The world beneath her
\nUnder the Finnish Ice
\nTo lower oneself down into the sea
\nThrough a hole you have made
\nthrow the dice<\/p>\n
In a prism of light
\nWhere Bubble worlds be
\nWhere such silence exists
\nAwe-inspiringly
\nHaving the faith and the confidence too
\nFind the window you made
\nThat was wondrously blue
\nEdges astound in a magickal way
\nIts an enchanting place
\nIn a breath so to say<\/p>\n
Where Its cold and its traquil
\nLeave nothing to chance
\nBe impressed by the movement
\nThe swirl of the dance
\nBe humbled by being
\nAlone in such peace
\nBe courteous always
\nIts a very short lease<\/p>\n
You Cannot be complacent
\nYou Cannot lose your way
\nEmbracing the miracle
\nThats here to stay
\nVenerate vastly
\nAll the intensity
\nThe lustre the glow
\nIts where we be<\/p>\n
Brought to a head
\nUp above an below
\nBack up to the surface
\nTo try and bestow
\nThat miraculous gas
\nThat so many must share
\nOxygen it does bring
\nSo much thats rare<\/p>\n
You need to be, clearheaded
\nIn all that you do
\nHave an eye like before
\nWith that sublimnal hue
\nThe psychic persuasion
\nThought transference to
\nCreating a spirit that is what you do<\/p>\n
Under that sheet ice
\nThe froth and the cream
\nThe petillsnt fizz
\nLike some gentle dream
\nThat floats around here and there
\nMasterfully
\nSymbiosis is living
\nIt feels good to be<\/p>\n
Back at the window
\nSucking the air down into tired lungs
\nClose to despair
\nDraining the inner child
\nSoaking with sighs
\nIncluding the glimpses
\nOf shadowy size<\/p>\n
Up again sucking the air
\nAnd the pain
\nThe activist reckons
\nSo much more we gain
\nFrom drawing in oxygen
\nDeep in our soul
\nCoping with miracles
\nAnd with control<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The world beneath her Under the Finnish Ice To lower oneself down into the sea Through a hole you have made throw the dice In a prism of light Where Bubble worlds be Where such silence exists Awe-inspiringly Having the … Continue reading