Hydroponic Ode

Pretty castle on a cloud, 
Your foundations taken in
a ghostly maze unfolding-
a drifting life
on a cold liquid breath. 

A new home, this is- 
new soft sleepy hands
to tug at blind roots-
a basket woven tight
for sitting.

Forget the silent shadows,
forget the dark velvet-
the full, heavy embrace
of a thousand generations;
Stand on a million
tendrils of curious light.

Grow with me- 
Let us swim down,
shed our drowning shells
to show slippery skins- 
above us, forever
our offerings to spring.