Litnet

They come to be me in dream form
These pieces from a mismatched subconscious
Shimmers on a dark sea
A pool, surrounded by rock, quiet green fronds of ferns swaying
A strong chlorinated chill in an unidentified, deeply known place
Salt spray, gasping for air under the pull of a strong wave
These fragments float like miscellaneous glass
Making a stained-glass window of my night visions