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 fragile as sea foam
tossed in wind rifts released
from unfastened hands.
This is how I love you
a prisoner of repetition
like endless waves you come and go.
art by Victor Bauer