Drowning in purple

As dawn shatters over the waves,
The eye of the ocean is drowned,
By the ink of my pen.
The heat of the glass burns my hands
Until I am made to let it fall
Into the body of water they call the sea.
The spectrum of light rushes through
The fins made of glass
Is swimming in an imperial purple.
It’s black oil eyes never mix with the ocean
And the patterns of the blue water have turned magenta
With blood and time.
The ocean’s edge fades away
Like a watercolour painting going over the page.