My white garments adrift
I float through the night.
No crystals cut into my feet anymore.
The salt makes the bleeding wounds sting,
my pale skin in contrast
with the pitch-black water.
Unsure of what's hiding in the abyss,
in this impenetrable darkness,
that I float upon.
The beach is illuminated
by silver-pale moonlight,
the rocky beach, drenched in silver.
It looks like another sea of mercury
that I am drifting away from
far away to the lights of Jordan.
And I gaze into the night-blue sky
and I swallow galaxies
as I watch the eternal motion.
A silky shining band spread out
across the velvet expanse,
like silver jewellery in ebony hair.
The milky way looks like my reflection,
white silk floating in a dark abyss,
I just lack the sparkling stars.
As I float and drift
and constellations move
I breathe the stars.
And I become the sky,
I become the milky way,
within me is a whole galaxy.
A thousand burning stars,
a thousand worlds, so strange,
a thousand lives, all inside me.
I feel myself shining in the night sky
for a bright unforgettable moment
until the sun steals the illusion.
