Under the Sea

HALF HAPPY AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

Everyone has an island,

An island of dreams, happiness and wild flowers,

Meadows of untouched, untamed wishes,

Outside of time, no minutes or hours,

 

Freedom to wander bare foot in the sand,

Finding what you might have missed,

As you glide amongst the reveries

That hang buoyant in the soft mist.

 

But to arrive you must cross the sea,

The impulsive, erratic waves that wink, 

They pull and drag and whisper gently,

hugging you tightly as you sink, 

 

The cold nagging breeze disappears 

And from below the waves sing in tune,

The glinting fish begin to serenade 

leaping through the beams of the moon,

 

The memory of a silver island fades,

And at the blue shiny depths you half smile,

A world you never knew existed,

Perhaps you’ll stay here for a while. 

By Molly Sellers