Words in the Water

Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving Somehow I knew I lost something Waiting waist-deep I saw a book there, in the river Waiting for me to find it there I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water The tide pulled me out to sea Then with water in my eyes The words began to rise from their place They were beautiful and dread I reached for them and fed on each phrase They were honey on my lips Then a bitter twist in my side I knew they'd lay me in my grave "Is there no one who could save me?" I cried Sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence Shadows stirring in the gloom What things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness? Woke then to find me in my tomb Then with water in my eyes The words began to rise from their place They were beautiful and dread I reached for them and fed on each phrase They were honey on my lips Then a bitter twist in my side I knew they'd lay me in my grave "Is there no one who could save me?" I cried And when I lost all hope to look Someone took that heavy book from my hands All it's weight they set aside After they had satisfied it's demands I felt white and black reverse And the lifting of a curse from my heart Then like one receiving sight I beheld a brilliant light in the dark