Water Marks Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Where the water marks
Bury our souls in trance
Laying wishes to beds
Sowed in line, never
Given chance, sorrowed
Pockets deeply sewn hold
Our hands burried deep,
Digging for gems and stones,
For coins we can not keep.

Common error of our ways tombed
Burrowed deep from Apollo's way
Next to ocean wells.
Levies lay shallow, show' our bones
Expose our souls with salted eyes
And brittle stars in the night sky shown.
Swollen hearts and listless sails
To gleam as white in midnight sun
Gleaming just under the waters mark.