i dreamt last night. of ocean pounding waves that salty-crashed to cliffs so high their heights did lay assault to that same very clouding throne storm-capped and majesty and screamed a language born of everafters. as rock was pummeled down to sand.

i dreamt last night. of meadow slope and greenest grass with splash of yellow daffodil that smiled back the sun’s own rays in perfect perfect. with trickle stream of water clear and crisp that begged the question, begged for answers given in a tongue that spoke through pebbles, would not be hushed.

i dreamt last night. of a small bird that perched upon my windowsill. and let out a song that sang to me beneath the shining stars o dripping down their milky light. beneath that verdant ocean, black as hunger for the moon, she spilled out notes yet unimagined and gave a voice to riddles locked within my soul and unknown to the best.

and when i woke, my eyes first looked to find your face. but you were gone, so far away. beyond the waves, across the ocean, past that great sargossa sea, upon an island formed of myths and mysteries true depth.

and so i closed my eyes, to see that bird. and hear her song come flowing once again, and let it echo through the hallway of my heart.