The Water Rises

Hush, my dear,

Hold me near

and sink beneath the water.

First, to your ears,

the water rises,

silencing the world’s

incessant clamor.

Then to your tears,

which become one,

with the cool and clear water.

Hush, my dear,

and hold me near,

to cleanse

to heal

We’ll each Baptize

the Other.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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