I Dreamed the Ocean

I dreamed the ocean

mist-pure

and smoky in my mind,

as waves crashed

and memories churned,

tidal-towed,

to a long forgotten past.

I dreamed the ocean,

not quite sad,

but melancholy,

in a joyous tragedy

of all the things

which might've been.

I dreamed the ocean,

imagining that it dreamed me,

a foggy spectre,

drifting on that endless main,

into eternity.