Swim Quietly Until Dawn by Ken Mowery.mov

Swim Quietly Until Dawn

You may not realize that my house now lies
where oceans once billowed with life,
but what I want you to know is that late at night,
after everyone else has drifted off to sleep,

I often watch from the upstairs window,
just beyond the moon glow's reach,
as a phantom tide comes in and my house becomes an island,
brushed by a warm and ancient trade wind.

Then I remove my shoes and softly steal away,
down the protesting stairs,
through the interrogating doorway;
walking silently along the hissing grass lined path,
I come undetected to the water's edge,
and listen to the tales of the sojourning breeze.

You may be surprised to learn,
because I always go there alone,
I usually take off my clothes,
fold and arrange them neatly on the lawn,
enter the tepid water and swim quietly until dawn.

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[brenwan409]

I love it!