MY MYSTICAL, MYTHICAL LIFE
Sometimes, when I am walking
On a street or in a store,
I take a very deep, big breath,
And I hold it as though I were
About to go underwater.
In the moment before I exhale,
My soul remembers
Where it has been.
I know that
I lived under the sea.
I was a mer-man.
I lived in the sea below Santorini,
Many thousands of years ago,
When men were gods
And those that were not
Lived in the deep,
Big blue expanse.
I was powerfully strong.
I could swim 50 miles underwater.
I breathed with gills in my stomach.
I had no sense or need
For time or for place.
My lover was absolutely beautiful.
Her red hair, her hazel eyes
Held me awestruck
And motivated me to greater strength.
Our ecstasy made us glow
Like the gods we aspired to be.
Her beauty reflected my own.
How did I die?
How did I stop swimming?
Is that just what happened?
Did a predator have the better of me
One harrowing day?
I’ve lived many lives since then.
But my soul always remembers
The first one.
I would give so much,
You would not believe
Just how much
To feel that powerful,
That gorgeous,
That magical
Again.
I want to go back into the ocean
And feel like I’m home
Again.
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