My soul stills, 
No waves of emotions. 
The waters are smooth, 
Without ripples. 

There’s a softness, 
Yet sadness as well.
The moon casts his shadow, 
Across the surface.
 
Light breaking through, 
Still no movement.
Just calmness.

Will I drift into oblivion? 
Or feel the beating of my soul, 
Coming back, 
As the shore calls me home?

Will the moon follow?
Or concentrate, 
On what is still in the night?

As I ponder, 
On what is, 
I call out to the moon.
 
Do we choose life? 
Or dwell, 
In what once was. 
Allowing our souls,
To drift in a sea of calmness?

Come with me, 
I beg of you. 
Follow me, 
Into a place, 
Where our souls, 
Live again.