with whale songs in your dreams

you submarine at new depths

asleep, you comb the fathoms of a bottomless speck of nectar

in your mind you see a golden dot of honey

quivering on the marble lips of an unknown goddess

cut

from a single slab of old soul, by a master

dwelling anonymous in your cavernous psyche.

seems he left it near a dead fountain, near a cliff above your heart

from here

you can see your ocean trembling on her lower lip in the ghost light

of your beautiful dream

you can almost see your submarine descending in amber

so your eye returns, and you take the helm

alone

you dive, a shimmering glint     at rest

on a statue's parted mouth

awash in whale song and brief glimpses of long lost memories

so you take note      of their migration

but your camera has gone missing

as you somehow knew it would.



as you somehow knew it would.