Beach Dreams

on the spot

When I dream, 

something wonderful

 happens

There’s a colorful spill

That crosses the

 horizon

Where the sun is supposed

 to set

Low, over the water

I remember sitting

 here with you, 

in a dream I had once before

On the beach, the

 sand was the color

 of something I can’t quite describe

I remember the taste

 of your lips

The “sun”, which was 

the colorful spill, 

rose from the far north to set 

in the low east

We both saw it, when

 it set though, I woke up

Sadly, you were no 

where near me

And my mind raced with the worry of

 an overprotective sister

But then I stopped, thinking about 

the certain situation

I miss you

And I can’t stop