I fell into a sea.
With swells and piano keys.
Where I had enough air
But could hardly breathe.
Where the light was less harsh.
And I could safely open my eyes to see.
And there was a safe place here,
Like a cushioned old chair.
That knows your shape and holds it for years.
Which I let myself sink into
Cautiously, and then suddenly.
Where daylight was as beautiful as night.
With a smile emerging where a sun towered above.
There too was a pinprick desire that this place would never end.
But with the day came wind,
And with wind came waves,
Waves that push and pull and sink me no more.
Nearer to the light I emerged.
Though I fought to stay behind.
And images I despise were startlingly visible.
In this vast brightness of sun.
Suddenly above water, my heart drowned.
Like beads of sweat under a July moon,
We fell away.
To a bittersweet memory behind our eyes.
Like a beautiful dream, that we couldn’t fully wake from,
Stumbling drowsily through the day,
Wondering if you should want to dream it again.