in soft blues and pastels I dream

of a sea that consumes me,

of waves that violently kiss my flesh.

in soft blues and pastels I bleed,


to a dream of a violently passionate love

that washes over me,

in one wave, in two, in twenty.  



in soft blues and pastels,

I taste the salt of the storm

it is bitter


and it sings of heartache and violence.



in soft blues and pastels,

I wish for the soft blue sky of dawn,

to embrace me



as I escape the wicked black nothingness
of the night

and of a love that never was.