There Is A Cove Into Which I Plunge Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am attracted to the water that calls me
to either sink or swim,
I am attracted to echoes in the darkness
that whisper there's yet more personable beauty within
and to the edge of one of the Seven Sisters
that utters-leap with your soul and sing
for your heart is a feather, you must fling
if it is ever to unhinge and find wings
for its cumbersome languishing arms.
There is a cove into which I plunge myself
fearful of both fall and flight
but in your arms, my darling, tonight!
I'll happily fall, I'll happily drown, and I'll happily
take flight and know everything is alright.