Emergence

You're lost in the silt as I struggle to peer
Through the rippling shades of my own reflection
In the swirling dark do you struggle to hear
The murmur of my voice's soft inflection
Perhaps you don't, perhaps you're content
With silent weeds, with swirling bubbles
Encased like a child in an oxygen tent
Shielded from dust, from the wintry troubles
Of a world of risk, of fun, of change
When nights bite deep into early morning
And we sit and talk in the timeless, strange
Hours when stars burn with day's first dawning
Don't lurk in the dark, hidden from sight
Surface, and bathe in my intoxicating light.