The Rising Tide

I was a child on the beach, blowing bubbles;
I blew miraculous , spherical entities of perfection.
And in them, I saw what I wanted to see –
The world as I imagined it to be :
A happy, happy place.

The salty, salty tang of the sea air,
The blue sky,
The golden sands, uncountably many;
The caressing waves
I dreamed.
I dared to.

I was a child and was at the beach,
I built castles made of sand:
Mighty, marvellous.
I lovingly carved the glowing sand away,
To reveal my Precious.
And in It, I saw what I wanted to see –
The world as I imagined it to be :
A happy, happy place.

The sun shining high,in the sky,
The cry of the hungry gulls.
The horizon in a perfect arc,
And sails on the sea.
I dreamed.
I dared to.

Thrash.
Crash.
Each one of my fantasies,

Spill.
Kill.
All that I’ve lived for.

I lie, a broken bird;
In the wreckage of myself
I see the trampled earth
And hear the silent pop; the signs
Of my life dissolving, diving, …
dying away…