Above the clouds,
looking down,
I see the beacon
unable to be buried
beneath the waves
at the “bottom” of
the abyssal sea:
it shines for me,
lighted gem
of hope
at the heart
of the ocean’s soul,
Mother of the light
that has long been
implanted in me.
I recline on the sky-drops,
and the automatic echo
from my chest begins to flicker
its internal glow.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 