I Write Poetry

Adriatic
I follow you down to your depths
Through eyes of Adriatic sea
What's buried in those depths below
In your diluted history?

Unnamed and scattered memories
Obscured by sand-strewn floor
Better hidden there in silence
Than washed in view upon your shore

If I ignored all of the warnings
The storm clouds above the water
Would I reach those watery depths
Or become part of its fodder?

Have some others gone before me?
Have they lived past the murky dark?
Or proven unequal, unworthy
Unsuccessful, but leaving their mark?

Perhaps there is no buried treasure
Just skeletons decomposing
But I swear not to look away
From what's chained below what's floating

When I look up to the surface
Where sun glints off the breaking waves
You will see I can bear the depths
Not just your shores in light of day

Though never having descended
So far from Safety's field of view
Let me rest in your cold, dense waters
And sink to the bottom with you