I can see you, part 2.

She lies there in the muck,
eyeing the bright surface,
as usual-
but tonight, something, an urge
compels her to move-
twisting from the darkness,
breaking free and gliding in the cold water,
feeling an embrace of warmth, drawn
like an animal from the brush..
And finally, she emerges, wet from the soft ceiling,
and looks about her, curious and enthralled;
and there, on the bank, he sits,
and reaches out a waiting hand.