The light beneath the dark

Pebbles crowd beside a tranquil ocean,
a mumbling carpet of reality    
sharp beneath moon-pale feet.  
My clothes look curled-up,  
almost asleep as they glance back at me.  
   
I swallowed and spoke water, its gasp  
held my lungs, hungry  
for a taste, understanding my intention,  
smooth surfaces carried me deeper,  
fingers gentle as water boatmen's legs.  
   
I could feel the pressure compressing,  
chest, breathless as it began to trust her.  
What took you so long? she said,  
throwing her head back, submerged,  
only tiptoed to pull me under.  
   
I floated face down inside all the words  
they don't write any more,  
an endless black symphony  
of songs no one has sung since.  
My engine cut, drifting ever so silent  
below the melancholy of nostalgia.    
   
Eyes held by Ludovico technique,  
forcing me to watch my horror  
right to the end of the real, it was then  
I saw a burst of light rise beneath me  
the rush of escaping air, winded  
by the blue bottlenose nudging  
me to the surface gasping out    
to swallow whole moonlights  
burning out the void from my lungs,  
I crawled out of her song,  
exhausted, I lay down with my clothes    
until I could speak sunlight.