Mast (Mask) and Sail

I dreamed
I was more than moored, but less than
Lake. That the shaking of these limbs
(this breeze)
was about more than trees
(and less than song.)

I dreamed I belonged
to the sea, and that she
gave me tail
and tale to tell,
a spell to dust myself
in pebbled sand. The whisper
-whim of hand-hummed wave
and wish.

I dreamed my briny tresses
became my sail, the treasure
of my beating heart a compass
tuned to soul.

I dreamed in blue. In deep
and turquoise tears, in aqua
-marine years steeped in
cerulean siren song. I dreamed
the long long stretch of sand
sifted through my hands
and scattered far.

I dreamed the world
a jar of fireflies and I
at center. Dandelion wishes
and sunflower petaled paths.
And the whole world swayed
and swirled and glowed
and that fat flashlight moon
beamed. I dreamed.

..

Prompted by both Quickly
and Misky’s twiglet #87.

 

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