There waves before me a magical kingdom,

a watery surface beckons the internal mystique

oh how easily,

the cold water might envelop my own real

physicality,

soon to be adrift with the sea,

when consciousness is lost,

no longer will be the fear of a scrutiny,

simple silence,

a quiet sleep,

we all wonder about the outcome,

and yet,

when we rest without effort,

there are no dreams, a lacking spiritual reckoning,

only the deep of a blue satin sheen,

the original attraction.