in dank n dark the whirling specks of plankton
passing by
the joy of spinning to the surface of my liquid home
is better known with arched design
this form full face toward stars
the changing shades of blues to greens to grays
the best delight is finding sacred lights
above the waves
and watch them toss their manna breath
to folds of fathoms rolling over
in the ebb n flow
of dreams
i take them back it seems
for all the wild imaginings persist past storm and din of winds
my very kin
most often hide down in the deepest din of pride
while i in folly find the shift of tempest wave
a fruitful venture finding all the limits of my kind
and dancing them into their worth
some strange relentless birth
sometimes in bravest venture
followed to the very edges of tsunami terror
faithful mates in a seas of wrath
and find they can come back
but then forever changed
the siren call is not the only call we hear
but deep within the deep
a low and humble groan of being
something in the song of life
that urges even faint of souls
with promises to venture into waking dreams