kelp

thrown out of a nest
over the high high cliffs falling
face first through showering lies
to rest

beneath waves so dark
no light will visit my soul
drowning
at last

amongst sharkes blue/grey
kissing through trees of brown golden kelp
like the truthful stories bloom
to say

while rolling, darting full
tall
with eyes like angels wings
miraculous and shimmering

watching over me
lovingly curious
somehow holding my spirit
as I cease to fall