Dreams
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.