I dream of the ocean
a sea of rubidius
the most deepest red
so graced with the reflection
of the bone pale
shattered moon

I dream of a black shore
soft obsidian glass
the dark sand
traced by the ebb and flow
of the carmine beyond

This end of a dead world
just beyond
the torn skies
of tomorrow
where my tattered soul has flown

I dream also of the rain
here on an empty beach
where everything of life is devoid
a sound of thunder
punctuates
the soft pattering
occasionally

Sitting here
out in a gentle storm
red awash the darkness of my perch
is very peaceful.



All this is a dead world
a dream
it is my reality
that is not taken from me
it is my reality
that I live







Even though somewhere out there, someone is slumped over in a heap, on the shower floor. Slipped with a razor, coffee cup knocked over & grounds everywhere.