I have seen the bare feet of the ocean,
fallen the distance past the sun's fingers,
sat under the tongue of a pure nothing...
the depth beyond existence.

Only emptiness swam beneath such weight,
not a movement was felt within this icy black.
A heartbeat faintly bumped behind my ears -
cotton knuckles rapping at a falling door.
Even whispers would have been welcomed...
if dying were not so loud.

But upon each dawn my limp body would rise,
like a blade of grass plucked from a garden,
twirling within the currents, I was helplessly hopeful...
grateful for the change into anything.

Then ebony layers began breaking to solid blues.
Hours could often laugh at endless tomorrows...
but within those colors, I knew I'd be home soon.