Dream

Snow falls, weaving lace from a forlorn sky

that caresses the tender edges of sand dunes.

Indigo waves buoy lamented lullabies,

filling empty drifting bottles

with salted cold foam.

Gulls screech,

shrill with curses

at the winking lighthouse

taunting the winged rats

with its cold, unreachable glow.

Silver threads of moon beams

luminesce the stardust under my feet;

my toes sink in as I pirouette

among other forgotten things:

bits of shell, braids of seaweed,

and stones of glass made smooth

by the ever-changing tides.

A clock washed ashore,

devoid of hands,

chimes notes for the unknown hour.

My footprints leave a path behind me

softly whispering my name

to the wind that welcomes me home.

Participant's Poems