Weightless, he’s held aloft in nature’s hand
And gently ushered deep in her embrace.
Sweet sunlight catches grains of golden sand
Suspended, and leaves amber kisses on his pale face.
His limp figure obliges the descent.
The arms that hold him growing ever cold.
Pulled downward through the pulsing gradient
Into the deepest reaches of the fold.
He finds solace in the profound silence
Cradled in a tranquil absence of sound.
He stares through his two eyes, glazed and sightless
Enraptured by the peace that has him bound.
He blows a kiss, and hopes the bubbles climb
High enough to reach her warm lips in time.