The One Beneath The Waves

Eyes burning and feeling heavy.
What is stinging them severely?
Finally light comes rolling in.
I’m submerged but not suffocating.
Head snaps left and then back right.
I’m in water though feel no fright.
Acceptance washes over me.
Strange as I am under the sea.
How this is a cannot say.
I only remember walking yesterday.
Down roads a hundred mile in land.
Where I am now is not what was planned.
Yet calm radiates through and through.
Why that is I haven’t a clue.
Then at last I look above me.
At which point I finally see.
That I am spectator watching all.
A murder happens and so I call.
No words are heard by the killer.
In fact that water somehow gets stiller.
I do not get why that is so flail like a complete div.
It has no effect for a life is gone.
I see that light expired that once shone.
My heart collapses as does my brain.
I question if this is dreaming quite insane.
Then perspective shifts to a new view.
Of sobbing man hunkered over two.
Clearly they are dearly departed.
And this poor soul is broken hearted.
Before I can reach my hand it has all changed again.
A thousand shift with a thousand views before I understand this I did not choose.
I am outside looking in.
A viewer of life and its many complication.
And so I live forever more.
Five centuries until a face peer into my yawning maw.
At first I think nothing of those eyes.
Until the smile makes me realise.
They can see me like I can them.
So I converse before my view shifts again.
Must have sounded like a ramble as I was in quite a scramble.
Yet perspective didn’t move.
I signed relieved and persuade,
Had conversations with this child.
And found I had wisdom unrivalled.
Quite surprised I did stop.
And they asked, had I forgot?
I chuckled and replied with no.
Then heard his mother call and said he should go.
For years and years we chatted long.
He grew up and life went on.
That was forty thousand years ago.
I’m still here and guiding with all I know.