Poetry

Floating

Roiling, cascading waves and a sinking abyss beneath her feet,
She floats asunder through the sea
and leafs through sea-weed in her sleep.
Her eyes are open, gazing wide eyed,
at the starry sky through the water blinking through her eyes.
Her hands are limp and her lips are blue
and her spirit is fading as the stars shine through.

Return she will, albeit in a different form.
But a life is lost and her uniqueness is gone.
For life is never just the same,
for different people with different names.
And sigh she will, with her very last breath,
At everything that was lost
and at everything that was to be gained.