Dream Ocean

The breathless seas expire across the shore as if still more to dramatize decay, as if the spirit realm were threatening; unseen the children of the day who swim within reality you cannot touch, who bear no name, who are the aliens encamped upon a planet floating in a world of dreams As such, it is illusory to read the ink upon a non-existent page, for lucid reverie is ours when we can touch this fleeing fantasy of skin, and see just how it molds itself around our skeleton, creates the apertures that let us see and hear, the brain that lets us stop and wonder, and the tear that takes the moment into memory. In such a night alone, the love we share is just a gentle brooding shadow of beneficence that hovers over all the stones, the souls in flight, the messengers of light. It is the commonality to which we cling, and some of us will call it God. ~