Transformation

A face of stinging velvet.
A chest of silvered stone.
Isolated.
Never alive.
Not quite dead.
A sentry of the abyss.
A flash of colour,
Against the void.

Forever sculpted by the sea.
Moulded by the waves.
Transforming into something new.

He is home to thousands.
His skin teems with life.
Millipora veils his face.
Calcareous algae adorning his crown.
Sponges blotch his shoulders like patchwork.
Shrimp and tiny crab creep and crawl,
As silver fish dart to and fro.

Forever sculpted by the sea.
Moulded by the waves.
Transforming into something new.

He is still,
Fixed to subaquatic floor.
A body of stone.
Trapped in perpetual sleep.
Dreaming infinitely of better days.
Days spent above the waves.
In the open air
In the light
Unburdened by the crushing weight of the sea.