Deep Blue

as I lay on the verge of another dream,
a life I know I’ll never see,
the world quietly passes by
leaving me adrift at sea

my suitcase as my raft,
I brave gentle rolling waves,
just me alone and damp
passing by the empty days

I drift with an uncertain path,
caught in the weakening current
of a sea that knows nothing
of my name

the sun shines up above;
cues an ocean breeze,
but my head laid upon my case
knows this light is not for me

the rocking waves
try to lull me into sleep
daring me to dream
rid themselves of me
if only for a day
but I’m far too tired
to close my eyes

the birds dance and sing above my head,
but despite the beauty of their voices
I don’t know what they say,
I only know
they never fly this way

at least they don’t seem to mind
if I revel in their songs,
and they seem to take no notice
when I try and sing along

in the darkness of the night
I slip into the deep
hearing in the distance the day bird sing
and in the thicker blue
I wonder if just maybe
the bird sings now to me