Sisters of the Deep

An old poem and picture I found that I wrote/painted ages ago:


Sisters Of The Deep

Cold as ice we are,
But you can warm our hearts.
Listen to our song,
Whilst Eros draws his darts.
Bathe in our green waters,
Kiss our ruby lips,
Worry not about the ghosts,
That haunt forgotten ships.
And when the night is over,
The sun will make his dawn.
Go down to join the sleeping ones,
Once more to be reborn.