The ocean is but a sky
in motion and less far-flung
sparkling with light of the
sun, moon, and stars
that hang adrift somewhere
unreachable.

The ocean and I
share the same azure
waves crushing and rolling
in our peculiar depth, and
my eyelids have learnt to absorb
those little specks of light

shining on the times
when darkness immerses
the world in myriad shades
of black.

I still hold the scattered seashells
close to my ears and listen
to the sounds that played
along the end of innocence.

The seashells and I
share the same emptiness,
waves of void twirl in
endless circles inside
ourselves. And my ears
have learnt to cradle the mind
with invisible rhythms.

Humming at times
when echoing silence creeps
and crawls stripping a once
alive world of all the pitter-patter,
chirping, rustle, and branches scratching
against fogged window panes.

I still see in the dark,
my only, lonely sky.

I still remember the world beyond
a hue of gold.