the cold seeps in, the surface clears,
the air is still with frozen fear,
of unknown depths, dark eyes, numb lips
   "we'll live or we'll die with this ship"
an empty deck, a Dream long gone,
we swim toward an ancient dawn,
where we Belong; our souls were born
to live, to breathe, to die, to mourn,
to sing of losses of the past,
and wish Life had not lived so fast
but to know well, within our hearts
that Love was worth it from the start.
   "i'll soon wake up inside your hands -"
my lungs constrict, my heart expands
   “we’ll wake up soon,” two thousand men
beneath the waves, to swim again.