Castaways...

His island is a heart shaped rock Waves pound upon it and beat. "Here again", "you and I gawk". Barefooted, paddling, our feet. We walk out to meet His heart Our gowns foaming white fan-out We aren't the first flowers to impart: Some-loves-firmament, forced-out. From nothing, our waves return. In one circling, other, dimension Far beyond, any island tavern, We're castaway's reef, plankton- That cannot swim against a current. Star Wanderers are we His blood The body of rock that is cognizant Bubbling life; out of unthinking mud.