Floaters

I can see you.

I follow your course,

A miniscule black ship

Adrift in the ocean of my eye,

An anxious voyage 'round

The iris, from deep hazel to

yellow-white, interrupted

When heavy-lidded night

 Falls

A pink and black dome above  

Murmuring, twitching waters,

Sightless and heaving, until

The fearful explosion of white

That heralds the splitting dawn.

Soon, I will set sail in

My own black ship,

For I too, am a floater,

And I sail onwards,

Back and again,

For reasons

Known only to myself,

A journey gauged not in

Miles but blinks

'Round the curve of

The horizon

Battened down through

A storm of salty teardrops,

And always, always

Feeling the pressing weight

Of that sublime eye

Upon me

And its owner--

He too, I'm sure, about to

Board a black ship of his own making--

Muttering to himself all the while

I can see you.

I can see you.