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