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Dreaming Of Sargasso

byRandi Grail©

It was not illusion
that brought this down around our heads,
A necklace of remorse. Beads bright,
but cold to touch.

I lost the wave, the bearing,
and caught by doldrum, drifted.

Still, as ideas of ideas,
shapes and motion, whispers and whale song,
shifted into focus and blurred again,

I lay, eyes closed, carried by sargasso
while spires and domes and ancient ghosts
shadowed below, Atlantis dreaming ascension,

Solitude echoed sonar whispers,
a tectonic sigh to swallow it all.

I forgot to breathe,
remembered to love,
and woke up on an inhale
in tears.

"Ssh" I heard and felt
fingertips on my spine, lips on my shoulder
embrace enclosed around to place a palm
upon my heart.

"You were dreaming" I heard
and careful arms suggested gravity.
I fell back, surrendered to assurance
that no illusion did this,
neither hurt nor healing,

and that my necklace
was long since cast aside.

I dreamt of sargasso,
but not of Atlantis
this time.

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