The silence floods the stream of consciousness

Tiny bubbles wash up sea foam

Into an ocean of nothingness where poet

Alone and at peace from adornment

Swims in their own faith.



It enters their eyes

Down to their bones

Vast, with no direction.



Ocean’s waves approach

Selling stories of past voyages

While poet empty’s their travels

Into faith

Hoping that one day

They’ll meet the sun.