Fever Dreams

Dreaming, I stand

at the edge of a sea

of broken glass,

wading barefoot

in splintering waves.

And far away,

the sound of the shoreline:

silken sand,

softly inviting the evening sky

to come down

and imbue

white fragments of shell

and knife-edge glass

with the knowledge of dusk.

 

Time runs differently here;

each moment passes

too soon into

the outline of

this ghost girl standing

on bleeding feet,

ankle deep in clinking surf.

 

The sky fades

into the sea

and she fades

into the sea

and the sea recedes

and the wind cries itself to sleep.

Reviews

[Nobody.]

many great lines. well done! cheers!
my favorite: "The sky fades

into the sea

and she fades

into the sea

and the sea recedes

and the wind cries itself to sleep."

[Aidz]

and the wind cries itself to sleep

Love this line and good write :)