Of the moon I have naught to fear
Her silver breath calms me still

Upon my lake of glass
I ride the placid waves

The rhythm that pounds beneath my breastbone
Tells the tale of my past

Of when the waters did my life spare
Once when I thought myself immortal

The illusion made near deadly
By the my youthful glory

Above the depths rippled my life giving canopy
The mercurial duality of calm and stormy

Panic set upon my heart for all was lost
Until that moment of reprieve

When arms so loving saved me from the depths
Of rubbery boundaries
And I was only three