Across The Shore


Sails abound as driftwood
Floating on an ere of superficial foam
Across the placid sea green bubbles
A life I yearn for, not my own
Dreary, charred specks remain
Desolate on a foreign shore
Erely they echo out their shrill cries
As if to taunt me
In my solitary shell
Evil isolation, oh for the relief of
Molasses dark
Permission there to reminisce
Of the hazy fantasies once
Clutched against my breast
Only in life to find that even
My dreams belong to someone else
Snatched up a hoarded trophy for the sandman's bag
Evaporating as I alone lay sleeping.