The stars are my solace and the ocean is my home.

I float here, dangling between two separate universes that move in tandem around my soul,

both of whom are equally a part of me.

Resting in the ripples of the sea, face towards an eternal night sky,

the waves stagnate and the planets dissolve into the abyss,

the world stops moving, the peace of floating fades away.

The cold darkness of the water mimics that of the sky,

They are the same yet so unequivocally differentAt times,

the difference is what keeps me atop the tide,

but others it brings about a defining solitude that is met with a choice,

A choice between feeding into my deepest fears, diving past desire, arms outstretched,

praying for the inevitable bottom or propelling myself towards the ephemeral yet fleeting clarity of the constellations,

where far off galaxies are my closest neighbor,

with the inevitable flow of life pushing me forward.

So now as I meet this cross current for the last time, I sink into the stars,

searching for a comet to propel me home,

the universe is waiting.