Cool Deeps

"Cool deeps..." she sighs,
"I have sought after and tried
to drench in beauty, relationships,
and, those failing, wine"

But haven't we all, 'till we've needed to drink?
And then the "cool deeps" are found,
They become vapour then pour down;
Hard droplets into our softening lives,
They pound.

It is only in the rain
That most of us gain a peep
At the power of the ocean,
And the coolness of the deeps.

"But during droughts am I diseased?
I am told if not at ease,
My mind seethes instabilities,
And for behaviour to please,
I must 'swallow these'
And learn to agree..."

No; London and Paris shall  not suffice,
Nor the love of a man, nor being his wife,
Nor mistress, nor temptress,
Nor solitary maiden,
Will compare to the cool deeps
Of the rainfall in Eden.

Only the touch of an angel's whisper,
Inducing a quenching of thirst
From the introspections of depressions,
From inward torture, neurotic hurt,
I am lifted, delivered,
Set free now rain falls,
The Cool Deeps have found me,
And it is now my home calls.