Purpose for a Grain of Sand

I ponder fathoms in my sleep,

That must be why the gloom is thick.

Yet slowly, to and fro, she seeps

Around me, loosening my grip.

Behold! She ebbs and flows me deep

Into her, making me a ship

To soothe and wonder as she sweeps

This craft she made, on loving trips.

Blessed am I to see in sleep,

As my waking eyes just yell.

Blessed am I to feel her keep,

My ship sailing within herself.