Warm Waters

by joetwo

I am in a dreamscape

Afloat in the warm waters of my homeland

The sun beats down on me

But the waters prevent me from burning

I am at rest, I am at peace

A great wave of water washes over me

And I am not at home anymore

I am awake, it takes me time to remember

The boat, the journey, the job

Something is wrong

We are listing, water is flowing into the cabin

It is deathly cold, like the ice filling my veins

The  boat moves more, the flow becomes a torrent

I am quickly inundated, It is so cold

It is so dark

So unlike the warm waters of home.

Dedicated to the missing crewmen of the Tit Bonhomme