My dreams are my deepest ocean,
I’d strain to see the bottom of their depths,
But come up empty handed.
Were it not for the abrasive chim of time passed,
I would submit myself to your lack of gravity,
I would swirl the deepest parts of your ocean blue.
Deeper, and deeper I’d dive,
Desperate for a shade of green in a world of black, and blue,
A glimpse of the bottom is all I ask,
So I may never sink my feet into it again.
Darkness is all that awaits me in the depths,
Oh, but how I would bleed myself into them,
Pouring myself so they may be coloured again,
Perhaps I could illuminate them.
The bubbles trickling would float endlessly,
I know they’d be beautiful,
My frantic mind would be subdued,
I would succumb to it’s temptations,
Ignorant of how long I’d spent there,
Suspended in its magnificent ocean blue.