u/Lucky-Cauliflower-73

There was a longing
ravaging the depths of the waters within me,
and a glance
that conquered the seas.

A yearning
that crossed the storms of time,
stretching toward the moon,
carrying its whisper
with the answer
that leaves a wound
fit for bleeding.

Who am I?

I kept staring at the moon
from the bottom of waters without rest,
while the hands of spirits pulled me
through ancient ages.

And the stars and their planets trembled with light,
so I reached my hand toward them
as though they were
sand kissing the eye,
so I might erase them from the vision
of the tender radiance of the moon.

Who am I?

Then came the fall of an oar-stroke,
cast by a man,
awakening waves
blue and violent.

And the moon hid behind the sky,
and I was no longer
who I had been.

His oar did not cut through my sight,
for I saw nothing except
his back
as he turned away into the distance.

My beloved carved me, my life,
he who sailed toward a place
the waters cannot reach.

And I remained alone once more,
though beauty had touched me.

Why am I?

Then there crept toward me
a delicate face,
while I wept for him,
my only beloved.

It descended into the deepest depths,
and illuminated the underworld.
Never had I come
so near as this.

And it whispered,
like the tail of a comet,
and the question passed through
the hole in my chest,
and exploded
with the voice of the moon

Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?

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The Door

Who am I

Who am I?