A winter's night, A creature, strange & bright Appeared upon the porch in a dark storm. The minister said, "It's clearly mad in the head— Pay it no mind, it'll go away." You & I were thinking about a place Below the sea, With stinging anemone, Coral, bright & white. & I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion. You didn't try to stop me; no, you asked To come along. Come take the light Of creatures of the deep; Electric eels are fun, but tend to bite. Oblivion, It rhymes with Vivian. Rust-red things look gray beneath the deep. You & I were thinking about a decommissioned sub, A place submarine, We'd live life so serene. We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion— You bravely took my hand & we went merrily along. Jets & boats, Always found them fine. The creature on the front porch can't unwind. The sea captain said, "I'll fix him up with this: Gin & quinine keeps away malaise." We were crossing English channels In Victorian times In midget submarines With parasols & twine. & I was going under in some deep oblivion; You bravely took my hand & Sweetly came along.