when streets are empty
and blown trash rattles down
echoing lengths of tarmac
when the sea roars against
its chains, moans like
an unsatisfied lover in the night
when the bed sheets wrap around
my legs, pulling me under
the tide of my dreams
old bones I thought long buried
rising in primordial darkness
signaling me onward
breaking through the choppy waves
a name writ in sand as the tide comes in
waving from somewhere farther out
I like to think I know what you say
out past the breakers
