If you stand under a tree,
in the pitch dead of night,
during a windstorm with no rain;
it would look as though
the sky had swapped places
with the ocean’s waves.

The stars swim so quickly
that they drag you into the
noir of the night.
You become a star yourself,
blessed to glide beside a comet
destined to land back on earth.

The moon taunts your
every curiosity as
an anglerfish in the deep.
Your skin would shine
as you swim deeper
and deeper
into the galaxy.

You shine as a star yourself,
waving home for
your family to see
what you have achieved.

Through time,
the wind dies down.
The leaves no longer fall
like bubbles in the sky.

And earth welcomes you back
from your journey into
the deep night, as it
found itself in its own
journey across the ocean.