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Waves of Dreams
Life’s ocean of colors carries me home. Red and blue waves flow into you and days gone by. I am afloat, often rolling over and under its surf, a tidal wave reflected violet like a mountaintop draped in stars falling from Heaven, or a calm, lavender spray of salty mist mirrored by a distant midwinter sun. Insecure moments rise and fall when withered limbs tread through vast waters, the tips of my toes unable to touch sand. I want to sleep in the deep, wrapped warm in dreams of families aglow on golden shores with nimble fingers of children churning sand, seagulls circling picnics and hovering mothers who see every baby step with protective eyes. I am helpless in dreams that remind me of a desired fantasy and a long-gone memory. I feel alone in dark waters. I cradle my innocence. Once, in a watery womb, we all felt secure, nourished, wanted. We felt loved in our newness, born to conquer stormy seas. Never were we meant to survive alone. If I could swim against the tide, I’d breathe in air from farthest horizons and nearest rivers leading me home, even if the waters receded to nothing. Tomorrow may come, and I may paddle north in search of love. I might give in and rest on your shores. Written 3/24/17
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