You drift endlessly through the cool blue darkness.

Floating in finality, a silent dream of gentleness.

Your eyes flutter open in the water, and bask in the light,

The glory of sight.

The world around you is like London if it were submerged in icy water,

Swimming about are whales and otters.

Serenity approaches you, through the deep ocean blue,

Twisting your body to your stomach, bubbles float around you.

A deep appreciation in her eyes,

You wonder if that's her disguise.

Maybe they aren't all lies.

The whales are calling,

You are stalling,

Serenity is falling.

You reach out to catch her,

Desperate to grasp a sinking blur,

But as you touched, she disappeared,

A new feeling appeared.

Talking without speaking, serenity is there.

Listening, suspended in the air.

Otters swim, calm in their big eyes.

Whales call, gentleness in their soft cries.

You listen to the whale song,

Serenity listens too, wishing she still belonged.

You can wish.

You can try.

Wishing is selfish.

All you do is cry.