When I look down at the sea [ocean?]
I’m not just seeing the countless monetarily-gleaming diamonds on the water
No
I’m seeing below them, around them, the space in-between
that’s where the mysteries start and end
not with the diamonds themselves
no
It’s under the waves, the ebbs and flows, the dark and light
it’s the depths, some shallow, some murky and hard to fathom their fathoms
it’s in the past, steps of all our ancestors
relic ghost ships collapsing in the night, wooden bow breaking, snapping
it’s the sea retreating, revealing it’s sandy expanse, sand dollars, seaweed,
imagined treasure of a child on a summer morning
The world could be always and timely and timeless
And out there in the sea, in that ever-changing water
oh… I couldn’t explain, says the sailor, fisherman, person of the water and night
the sights and sounds, the mysteries hovering above the sails
ebbs that don’t make sense
black-silver-blue waves from nowhere, rattle-your-bones abyss
So yeah there are diamonds
but I see in-between them.
In those gaps, those voids, empty treasure memories in shells deep under
I see those ghosts of before, another life, lives before mine, lives that will be but I don’t know yet
and yeah I see treasures but I also see wrecks, bones, broken dreams,
explorations that ended nowhere but heartbreak and misery
I see treasures found, brought back, held high over heads, champions
triumphant from beating the gloom still-at-night.