daybreak swimming through my
window-glass, its colors stained
with mist and clustered ashy moss

another distraction
another clasp in the the metal chain
that brings me back
to you, to a wave of dreams

the rhythm of your touch sedates

it strums my spine, played back
in silence, shuddering
against the slender willow of my soul

far from the ocean now
I think of you, your whisper
like a water-shell pressed into
my palm. it bends, it billows
in my surge of dreams.