…I dreamt I saw you in the water,
And met you in the wood,
Maybe it wasn’t a dream?
Tasting your breath in the salty air,
Your timeless touch,
Carried by the wind,
Tossing my hair.
Crossing the threshold of fantasy…
Close enough to brush away the tears
From my eyes. I dance in
Your sun and let
Your river run through me.
Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,
Swept up by Your grace.
-Gilda Patricia
(This is Part II of my last poem “Deep Sea Inner Diver.”-Further explaining why I dive.)
Some would call my diving,
Reckless, pointless, morbid, or just wrong,
But not all hear the call of the Sea.
Some are children of the Earth and Sky,
Still others dance with Fire,
To come alive.
Four elements making up,
One body of explorers,
No one less necessary.
A true Piscean at heart,
Most at home,
In the ever-gifting, ever-shifting,
Ever-loving sea.
Reclaiming lost pieces,
And reconnecting with humanity.
Truth be told,
If it weren’t for God,
And my fellow soul companions,
I’d have long ago drown.
-Gilda Patricia
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