Rowed out alone — before the dawn

Mist on the lake... and the world was gone

Just me, the cold, and the creak of wood

No birds — just breath... and silence stood

Tap tap again.

My hand froze on the oar —

I leaned to the edge

What's that in the deep?

Something shimmered

just beneath...

Teal like twilight — eyes like glass

He rose — slow — through the looking glass

Hair like seaweed, mouth like flame

He kissed me — soft — then dove again

Tap... tap... tap...

Was it a dream?

Or did he know my name?

No one believes me.

Not even me.

But my lips still burn where his should be.

Burn... burn...

What are dreams if not deep sea?

I row — but never far from shore

I wait, I drift...

Just once more...

Each ripple — a maybe

Each gust — a chance

Each night — a lonely, briny trance

Tap me again— if you’re still near

Whisper through water is what I long to hear

A kiss like salt, a pull like fate

Gone in a splash —

Too soon, too late...

Teal like twilight — eyes like glass

Did you rise... or did I pass... into a dream... too strange to fake?

Was it just

The lake?

Tap... tap... tap...

Oh...