Deep Thoughts

How peaceful to walk on the ocean floor?

How grave-quiet and softly cool.

How endless might the journey be,

if we walked where light cannot pervade,

where outcasts roam without fear of being seen,

where darkness swallows troubles and siphons dreams.

How lovely to float in deep space,

lit by bioluminescent stars,

that swirl and float with us,

through hair, between fingers,

cares drifting far apart.

How quiet might it be to dive deep beneath our thoughts?

How serene and lonely, to walk among giant trees?

In dark so resounding, you forget what blue means.

But loneliness is company, the quiet grows ever loud,

There are a thousand lives here, how does loneliness abound?

Beneath deep thoughts we float, we lie among the moss,

Lichen crawls along your bones, forest fills your ribcage now.

It siphons what you give it, dreams sink into the ground.

But are there places like this, in a world so city drowned?

Where will our dreams go,

when we send them out to space?

Will troubles, cares and fears follow?

Do we hold them ever near?

Do we drown the world, where we once went to drown?

Giant trees and ocean floor are full of crippling sound.