I wake up and shake the sand from my shoes. This happens every morning.
But I haven’t been to the beach in years.
Only in my dreams.
Sometimes, there’s driftwood in my hand, seaweed wrapped around my ankle.
Salt in my hair from the ocean spray.
On a shelf over my mirror, I’ve put my seashell collection.
All these things, I dream of. And bring back with me.
When I dream of you, take my hand, and let me bring you back.
I will leave my sadness on the sands of my dreams.
To be washed away with the tide.
A Night On The Beach
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This is quite poignant and lovely… The concepts of water and dreamscape are associated in many RL traditions and other mythos. I am reminded in this piece of Tolkien’s Grey Havens and the promise of the “white shore and fair green country” in the West and life beyond the present. It is human nature to reach beyond one’s, perhaps difficult, incarnate circumstanes to draw upon the deeper waters for strength and inspiration. I particularly like that you have placed the material remnants of these journeys in a familiar place: close at hand, but above that which sheds a reflection of the present day. Nicely done, my friend. A keeper for certain.
*peace*
Hula