Ishmael

Says he finally learned to drown
Picked it up with grim intent
Will take his sorrows fathoms down
Where the weight of water will not relent
 
His life, it seems, had turned hollow
When his love swam towards the moon
And now, it seems, that he will follow
With a brief prayer to join her soon
 
The sunken village looms ahead
Silent in drifting sand
His soul sinks with the weight of dread
When he attempts a final stand
 
Yet he can feel his love's embrace
As she wraps him in her tail
The tears form jewels on her face
As she calls him Ishmael.