Song of the Swimmer

I have seen mountains melt into waves, these waters over which we've traveled now many days, with no end in sight, but no turning back from the journey to light; that rides on the elusive horizon, kissing each rising crest, that would crush us if we didn't give our best, to surmount the swelling tide, filling the emptiness inside, drowning us in elements like flying fish who forsook the return dive.