My feet dangle at the waters edge, 

Enticed to jump in and join the wade.

To swim in unison,

I yearn to be water.

Not to quench thirst, or float. 

Perhaps to buoy a vessel.

To persist. 

Flow, to congregate in molecular community. 

To current, to drown; to preserve. 

Contained in my depths is the ship that harbors Gold. 

Celestial anatomy, 

Reflection of Light.