Crossing the swell
Below me, way off low,
sworls of turbulence grow.
driven by a force unseen,
those waters look awfully mean.
such trivia I shall know,
captivated by these edy's below.
would you have been so keen.
If I had been your dream ?
Under currents will run strong,
just like you and me belong.
in a similar part of joy,
like the proverbial child and toy.
a day came and I sat among(st)
the beautiful Daisey's carried along.
washed away out to sea,
like this love you're giving me.