Foamy swirls of blue
Roll into my soul
Harsh grains of brown
Imbed into my skin.
Nostalgia fills my being
Because water is
Where my emotions swim
Where my dreams float
Where my thoughts sink
And where my feet soak.
Without the vast sparkling waters
I'd be lost with
Nowhere to suffer my sorrows
Nowhere to celebrate my individuality.
For the water is a part of me
And to be without it
Would be the end of my imaginings.