The sky is gone, and the waters roll and rise.
I watch the stars fall,
having lost their place and purpose.
A million silver cinders of light,
raining down upon a water and a world of black.
I watch each drop,
each icy ember,
collide with waves of dark, and melt away into the rippling nothing.

The sea has swallowed the sky.

My lungs are filled with the horror of a world without light or solid ground.
Screams churn in my stomach and rise to my chest,
racing for the surface of my thinning breath.
But the cries have drowned
before they are rescued by my lips.
All I have are whispers,
the ghosts of words that used to be.

The sea has swallowed me.

Where are you,
now that the stars and all their songs have ceased,
now that the deep silence has silenced me?
I taste the gall of bitter waiting
and whither under waves of softly spoken fears.
My eyes search a grave,
where the horizon used to be,
before the sky had vanished,
where the morning I used to see.

But are those footsteps falling on the water?
Does even the night obey your word?
Does even silence speak your name,
and even the nothing, stir, when you are heard?
Are those footsteps falling on the water?
Is that music in the dark?
Do even rushing waters cry your glory
and breaking waves declare who you are?
Are those footsteps falling on the water?

Or has the sea swallowed thee?