When dreams pull me under
I call out across the ocean.
You meet me at the shore
and there is nothing to hold to
but silvery shadows that cross
and uncross in our slumbering sea.
I bend to you as fragile as sea foam
tossed in wind rifts you release
from unfastened hands.
This is how I love you, a prisoner of repetition,
like endless waves you come and go.
art by Victor Bauer