Drowning in the Sea

Under crescent moon, I cast my line from a boat on the sea. Clouds moved in like a shadow, and upon me came a spiral wind, and waves broke over bow. Choking waves invaded me, while riptides pulled me underneath where fish may have consumed at their desire. Serrated edges I did not see as the moon became your face. Never a gull sang that night, but thoughts of your voice, a conch echo, a spiritual melody. I felt a spin of core and plume, a rise of burning lava. I looked for you and found you as a lighthouse on the shore, reflection in pools of water and drips like fingers plucking harp strings in my darkest hour.