moab

did you ever hear a story that stretched its way across the sky
encapsulated the world with pride only to dive beneath
and swim the tides, azure skies replacing the tail streaking by
they always come back, you know, the old once again new
as if a collective memory shows its face below the blue
and what a tail it was, and what a tale it will be
when all will one day see the message above the sea
it was all about a life from the beginning to the end
to ascend the heights, and to the depths, again descend
surrounded by the light - an attempt to resplend
anything one could possibly transcend before diving yet again
"what will be, will be", someone once said
another one said, "we make our own bed"
i think that when my last argument has been pled
that i shall make a final decree, 
and that it will be, my friend, that i will once again
find my place in the sea