Deep Water

The water has been deep for some time,

So I hold her by the hand,

I keep her high above the tides,

I help her find dry land.

When she wants to give up,

And she's ready to fall in,

I turn her towards the shining sun,

So she finds her way again.

My legs start to grow weak,

And my arms are beginning to strain,

I’ll hold her up above the waves,

Until there’s no longer pain.

My eyes are fixed on her,

The surf starting to swell,

Whatever it takes, I’m doing it,

To save her from this hell.

I long for the days when the waters subside,

And we look back at the deep blue from the beach,

It isn’t too far away now,

It’ll soon be within reach.

I’m feeling myself slowing,

The depth is stifling my pace,

My legs drag through the sandy floor,

Yet, only hope shows on my face.

I wonder what her thoughts are,

If I am able to give her hope,

Does she know I’m here to save her,

Will she let me help her cope?

She can see the trees ahead of her,

Just beyond the sandy shore,

It’s almost close enough to swim,

She won’t need me, anymore.

I’ll help her down into the shallows,

And steady her, on her feet,

Guiding her by the hand to where

The waters and sands finally meet.

She’s almost there, she’s feeling strong,

The future looks sunny and grand!

She takes it all in, a smile grows,

But she’s no longer holding my hand.

Glancing towards the water,

She see no signs of me,

There’s nothing left behind her now

But the turmoil of the sea.

For on that beach, safe in the sand,

She may finally be able to see,

That in holding her above the waves,

I gave her, all of me.

With nothing left to keep myself,

Above the ebb and flow,

I watched her reach, the sandy beach,

And was caught in the undertow.

If it’s to be, that this must pass,

To leave her feeling well,

I’ll mourn the loss, and cherish the time,

I carried her through hell.

To know she’s happy, and clear of mind,

To know she’s found your way,

I’ll give it all, and keep her safe,

And start to drift away.

Blinded by the shoreline,

And desperate to feel the sand,

I don't blame her for forgetting,

Who carried her to land.

She needed help, and I was there,

As I promised I would be,

When times got tough, and she couldn’t find,

Her way out of the sea.

Deep water’s rise, and tides come in,

They’ll look for her, from time to time,

To try and pull her back into,

Their aquamarine brine.

Out here i’ll wait, and drift, and bob,

And keep her safe upon the shore,

I love her now, I loved her then,

And I’ll love her, forevermore.