how i wish to swim with the dark queen <br />how i like it that way <br />where i make the strokes, set aside the water with my hands <br />breathe, <br />and travel a distance, <br /> wading throughall the liquids wrapping my body <br />the coldness and warmth all mixed up <br />the rhythm of the body sipping through <br />losing itself to a certain depth and coming out again triumphantly <br />experiencing little deaths and surging up to life again <br />i may pretend that i drown and i may resurrect myself with that big lie <br />and tell myself there is more to life than death <br />there is more to the struggle than simply lose myself in the depths of defeats and some uncertainties <br /> <br />Swim! Swim! Swim! Plunge yourself into the wates of Life <br />That is what my father too used to tell me once when he was alive <br />and so cruel and strict and unfeeling <br /> <br />and then i met you dark queen writing everything about swimming <br />how i wish to swim back to life again <br /> <br />and what i like most about it is that it can be done without so much talking.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swimming-with-the-dark-queen/
