I want to be a whale to take over

what is left of that sunken ship –

borne by sea foals and algae,

grounded in the sands of time,

the depth of the sea.

Gone, my love, gone and

still your wreck is my loved one.

Heading nowhere while counting swarms

of bubbles on the way,

going inside and not astray.

Starfish cradle sunlit particles of light,

dolphins whine and dodge through unlit foamy pastures,

while sparkles circle round crying out in mournful plights,

and rocks sink motionless from surface to the muddy banks

gaining speed with unseen gestures at arms’ length.

Wailing, but the whale is gone.

Dreaming nevermore and still forlorn.

Floating dreamless without a shape to come,

When, just when will I be the one?