I was watching http://www.videosift.com/video/Signs-A-short-film-about-communication and it inspired me to make a little poem. As always I can't hide my influence from Poe, I'm weak that way.

 Floating through the midday dreary
My spirit beaten, soul is weary
Going through the constant motions
Caught in a vast gray ocean
An ocean without any floor
An ocean without any shore

Peering through the surface downward
Algae, tang and muck to hoard
Doing this for untold ages,
I'm so very very bored

A glimpse of color in the surface,
something I've never seen
Cutting though the gray and brown,
like a knife infinitely keen

Gone it was, absorbed by darkness
Withered in the ocean's starkness
Gone for ever,
ever more

Again! My eyes are filled with color
Where do all these dreams come from
Like some ancient, unseen drum
My heart beats, thump - thump - thump

Turning all of my sight upward
I see light
burning like a candle bright
like it could my flesh ignite,
Opening my eyes for ever,
bathing in the sight of light

When I woke the light had gone
Shrunken for the coming dawn

Looking down towards the bottom,
colors peering up at me
Orange, blue, red and yellow
White and black and green and more

My eyes had opened up for ever
opened up for ever more.