The Girl With Aquarian Eyes

Somewhere in the womb of an ancient star, an explosion sent shards spiralling across the universe.

And so she was born. She was painted with the colours of an etheric easel.

She rose, flowered, fell. She densified, evolving with each brushstroke, burnt by an atmospheric fire that scalded her soul with knowing. The Earth’s magnetism too strong to resist.

To the north, fishermen observed a glimmering object in the sky. But it was soon gone, lost in a looming ocean.

We've been waiting for you...

Her form crystallised as she sank to depths unfathomable.

The girl of fleeting form: suddenly she had a body. Floppy legs, never to be used, trailed uselessly in the current.

She sank to the depths of herself, all the while her legs changing. Skin became scales. Now balanced with the flick of a fin where feet once flapped. Steady at last after such a long fall.

Her hair it did grow. It did flow in an azure abyss. There, her fin-clad tribe awaited her. They regaled her with subterranean shanties. Aum, Shanti, Shanti, Shanti. She was their link to the stars, to the folks watching back home.

Home is where the shark is.

She swam then with the whales, held true by an aquamarine curtain of purest velvet.

The ocean: her lifeblood.

She saw the shimmer of her perfection surging in endless waves. The resonance of her paddling tap-danced to distant water dwellers in foreign coves. A sonar samba, a rippling affirmation that she was everywhere, that she was everything, and that she needed only to tune into her pulse to feel the beating of the universe with every breath.