Why is this sea so deep and dark, when all around so light?
Can't others see how deep it is? So deep and dark and right.
O wilfulness, O wantoness, cold lust for night, not day.
Warm hands rejected, faces close and puzzled, look away
To miss the yearing far below, the blind and silent scream,
To understand: be understood, to live and not to dream.
To know there is no pot of gold, the rainbow has no end.
To laugh despite and not in spite, not weak but strong - to bend.
But coils of passion bind and hold, familiar, black and tight.
A sin to want to drift away. A crime to try and fight.
Reach out again, once more again and yet again once more,
To aid a dark and drowning heart that yearns to reach the shore.
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