Castro Marina 200901

I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.

The sea was a soft mirror

The sea was a soft mirror to dive into and be swallowed up by, a sweet velvet surrounding; the sea was a mirror.

The sea-king’s daughter gave me a sea-flower as I sank, arched and rose again; the sea-king’s daughter gave me a flower.

My heart swelled as I took the flower and the happiest tears mixed silent with the sea water; my heart swelled and I awoke still swimming. Dreams do not end just because we awake.