Deep Blue
Deep blue.
The chilly dark sea I sleep in.
Jellyfish
surround me
like a grove of pink roses,
caving me in.
Petal soft.
A levitating blanket.
I feel myself become more gentle.
Before my supple shell falls
I want to stay here longer.
But the cold torrent calls
so I swim upward
where the storm brews
Midnight black.
The starry surface sky I meet.
The moon
watching me
she says nothing at all,
it’s just a rock,
I tell me.
Cool air.
Vast open from here to outer space.
There is loneliness and exposure.
I can not stay here. I need to get higher.
But that was when I woke up.
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