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Beneath Silent Waters
In icy waters, dark and deep, he sinks,
A soul alone, with nothing left to keep,
Just quietly falling into endless sleep,
No voice responds within this pitch-black ink.
A whale appears and swims to where he lies,
It lifts him gently, steady on its back,
It hears his whispers of the things he lacks,
And knows his wounds, his silent, heavy cries.
The whale, though glowing, stays within the night,
It sinks with him in silence, all he needs,
And waits until his wound no longer bleeds,
Then bears him softly toward the shore's warm light.
For in the waters, he found the time to stay,
But even night must end; the light makes way.