last night,
when I dreamt
of a dark ocean,
curling her lips thrashing all over rising above the earth claiming the land going back to her source of agony pulsing at her core a tear at her vortex tearing further;
you were at the shore
below the wounded skies;
a murky shade of
black and blue,
light and night,
sun and moon shaking hands;
in still-stand.
I kept seeing
the stillness
you wore
on your body
like an armor
a yellow thing that hugged my focus, that stole my eyes
that made me stop
dreaming about the ocean.
tendrils of devotion
crunched time
while I watched you
in my dream.
if I could,
I would('ve)
touch(ed) your
armor
with my hands
your eyes,
with my eyes,
your stillness
with my motion
while the ocean
figured out
with every hiss of
the wind
what she wanted.
I'd communicate
through
the language of sight
what I knew
(unlike the ocean)
what I wanted
right
there
and
then.
I wished to
take you
with me,
somewhere new,
somewhere far
where
an infinite
sea
could guarantee
some space
for
another
star.
in your stillness,
you shone,
your wisdom
a million years old,
your spirit's tone
a yellow so bold,
I had to stop myself
from covering
my eyes.
pale yellow strands,
sizzling around you;
an aura
that washed
where you
stood in
time.
I rose my arms
to beg you,
to not be scared,
because I just was
going to
touch the warmth.
but it shook shook shook
everything shook
and I was the one
standing
still
sad
mad
feeling bad
because with the
dead dream,
my tears
had to come
to coddle
my fears.
you are the dream child I'll never have.
_____
©AmaliaAbbar
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