Beacon

 

What well below, 

   Have you denied, My Love? 

Shackled, beneath its ripples. 

Faced in the mirror of muffled sound

   your death, impending in trickles. 

What well below, 

  Had you shaded, 

Covered and camouflaged away? 

For now you cannot find the pathway back 

  too flooded with water to say. 

And there you drown, 

  Toiling below, 

When I could dive down, 

  I have the key. 

But you must let me know, 

  Which well you're  in, 

if only they weren't too camouflaged to see. 

So tell me now, 

  With your heart, 

Send your beacon out to me

and I promise I...

  I will find you. 

That is a promise I can keep.