Within Your Ocean

. . .

The Hammerheads stir in the depths of you,
their great crowns, spanning outward,
their wings gliding upon the starlit rays,
purple hues surrounding them,
and you plunge into this space,
breaking fourth and giving way,
the blackness of the void,
taking you in its wake,
but you glide upon the face,
of possibilities great ocean wave,
where the seahorse finds its spiral,
where the schools of angels fly on,
and the stars shine on
in an endless maze
I would swim the depths of your ocean
til the end of my days