The Meeting of the Two
Lines on the Loss of Life

Surrounded in the middle of the sea
By people, just like me
Alone, surrounded by Eyes that cannot see.

The waves, icy and black,
Prohibit my hands from being able to grasp
At first, what seemed to be my only task.

Though I’ve already lost those dearest to me,
The one with the handsome smile, my family,
I’ve been given one last blessing: the sight I now see.

The goliath beauty of steel,
Half emerged, half escaping, the water that made her feel,
Falling to the depths, being pulled by the great Reel

Held in the Hands of the Fisher of Fate.
It is because of Him, that she is in this state.
Yet, still, Him I can never hate.

Though lose my life, I might,
And my eyes already lost their sight,
In my heart, there is no fright.

I’ve accepted the water, the cold.
Around me, the waves begin to mold.
My senses, my heart, my mind, fold.

While my body remains in the sea
My soul takes leave of me,
And begins the journey to meet the One who makes Everything.

The wails around me turn to praise,
Standing in front of Him, my eyes try to raise,
But my body and mind remain in the waves.

My bones will remain at the bottom of the sea.
When you find them, I hope you will not think of me.
Instead, turn your eyes to the One who brought everything to Be.

And do not weep over my fate,
For my soul has been united to my Eternal Mate,
And my bones will forever rest in the beautiful waves.