“My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.”
~Unknown
When I was little the Crash woke me up
Fierce and Loud.
It scared me to the point of yelling and clinging close to the tail. The dog was a living blanket that kept me safe and warm. It growled at strangers and pulled me around. The dogs were there before me and cared for me as their own. Now they are gone, I am older but still alone. As I grew older the sound was more intriguing.
I would venture out in the dark through the doors and out on the deck, I would stand in awe with the salty wind stinging my toes, arms, and face. I would cling my arms close to my sides and shiver as I stared at the crashing cyclones of whirling blue. I would stand there shivering like telephone poles in a tsunami and just watch as these gargantuan blue giants would come and destroy the sand and my sleep.
They stopped for not a soul just continued down their paths till they had spun and spread their bodies across the sand and shells. They rolled down the shore from the stone light house to the end of their path the small cove a mile or two away. They would lessen with time and fade like the sun and when they had lived their short violent lives and spun till their end I would end my adventure disappointed of their demise and slowly saunter off to bed to cuddle next to my warm furry living blanket with not a fear left in my innocent little head.
…Fast asleep and pleasantly dreaming,
…I hear a Crash fierce and loud
1 comment:
this piece is BEAUTIFUL.
I would stand there shivering like telephone poles in a tsunami and just watch as these gargantuan blue giants would come and destroy the sand and my sleep.
perfect.
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