I spied her at the seashore
and imagined what the possibilities could bring
I brought her home that day
the neighbors were suspicious
our salty tears mingled as I held her in my arms
The days and nights were crazed
but the surface didn't matter far below
The drifting of the sails
fingers tightened on the rail
that left me in a constant state of bliss
and longed for shore and sand
As she receded, as I chased her sure I'd erred
(in homage to Octavio Paz) More from Eleventh Dream Day