I swim in seas of thought, so deep and wide,

Where secret hopes and hidden feelings glide.

A world of wonder, just beneath the skin,

Where every outer world must first begin.

The tide pulls soft, a melancholy tune,

Beneath the silver light of the guardian moon.

I feel the currents of a thousand souls,

Their stories written in the ocean's scrolls.

Two fish swim opposite, yet bound as one,

Towards the moon and towards the rising sun.

A heart divided, stretched across the spheres,

Connected to both laughter and to tears.

This duality, my blessing and my test,

To feel the world's great joy and its unrest.

I am the poet of the liminal space,

With empathy's keen light upon my face.