Just an Ocean ...

I spelt out darkness
In its mourning spells
And bending on knees
I saw growing wrinkles
Burying an old chest
I could sail past my prime
Weather to wash myself
It was enough for jewels
On oil and old membranes
We rolled out a spider
Keen on green lines
And her widening horizons
And many more wounds
Yet no more leaps
of faiths, and fiery predictions
Just an ocean of thoughts