out to sea, adrift - a poem

Out to sea, adrift

No star to guide me,

They’ve disappeared,

Gone to the land

I’m in when asleep,

Perhaps they mark no time

Now drifting

Through the silken skies,

Maybe they finally melted

One into each other,

Back to their pleroma,

With everyone in the world,

Me left adrift

On this deep winged sea,

Time is non existent now

I the lone sailor

No boundary

For referencing distance,

I lie motionless

While gliding this ocean,

Aware I’m dreaming

Not lucid like day,

Yet self conscious, aware,

Of myself and my boat,

Nothing more,

Just nothing evermore…