Tortured Dreamer

I know that I am dreaming But I am Lucid and in control I know this place well And that is why it perturbs me The departing sun manages to scrape its final rays over the hills to the north Earth’s finest beach transitions seamlessly, Into the blood red sky to the east and west The limbo I feel is very temporary A gust of salty sea breeze whistles through my lungs and snaps the senses So I turn my gaze south, and I know why The walk begins, without purpose, or so it always seems My toes dig into the sand, a fleeting sensation of cool comfort I cut my feet on the unseen, but not unfelt The twinge of pain is fleeting, for I am approaching my friend The soft moist sand renders control This is the domain of the remorseless I should have found what I was looking for by now The water has become to deep, so retreat I must Now comes a choice, which way must I follow the shore? A short debate, because there is only one destination. The route should be unfamiliar because I have never been to this particular expanse I follow the slowly receding tide towards a piece of driftwood My heart starts to race Excitement and guilt wage war within me I alter my course, backing from the sea again The sea that has led me again, without falter Back on the dry, warm sand I now have a clear view So I take a seat, a front row ticket To the highest rated and most polarizing production Of my own sub-conscious In front of me lies, breached, a baby shark Not enough water to allow escape But just enough to allow it to survive, for now The dolphin’s fate rests with me, I am its final judgement This is why I find myself here every so often Playing the role of that which I so resent in my conscious There is no debate What the poor creature has done or not done After a period of staring blankly at the suffocating animal And watching the water slowly drain out of reach of its lungs The time has come to choose Life or Death Neither makes me feel much of anything I stand over what will become, if I let it, one of the kings of the sea I stare into its cold, helpless eyes But they are not cold and helpless They are piercing and brilliant Emerald green in the shadow, light amber in the light They are that girls eyes I had watched the lights close on those eyes once before.