Body of stars

If the sea gently rocked me 
I would dream the dream of the free.
Float on my back, eyes to
The stars and arms spread out 
Balancing that thing of a body.

I would be in the middle of the sea.
Maybe God not even find me---- 
Peace filled desiring nothing.
Desiring nothing as I have found you 
Now I'm back to my senses.

Old nerve endings and synapses 
Lap against a single consciousness,
The consciousness of the world 
Supported by four great elephants.
The soul, too, it would be true,

Present itself as a corner candle,
Somewhere on an angle 
Illuminating shadow as other 
Candles illuminate mine,
Mind for a wild animal, imagination,

Body of stars.
I mightn't just be alone in the dark.
I would dream the dream of the free 
And surround the moments 
With a silence of stillness,

Unattainable by most 
And relevant only to some.