Whalesong
Sun streams down
Through blue to a
Spangling point,
Deep.
Still shade below
Could not be life, as I
Flail, graceless, on the surface.
Haunting purrsong
Grows louder;
Timeless, melodic moan
To sound the world I’m here,
Come to me.
Come to my darkling piece of blue
And know my peace.
Rising shadow knows my
Feeble frame and eyes deep inside.
As I wonder, shallow,
At his calm clarity;
Accepting, in ageless wisdom.