a dream

in the dream i am fifteen again. there is laughter in our eyes
and my hand is tightly clasped in yours. we are leaping
across the shadows and reaching out for the light. the light is warm.
we hold on longer and let go only when the sudden onrush
of water reaches out, pulling me away.

the noise pounds at my eardrums, with the salt lashing against my palms
inflicting valleys in these inky plains; wounds which do not remember how to heal.
i am cold once more.

as the hour draws near, i know the warmth can still be found. it is
in our laughter that echoes across the years;
in the smile you send my way;
in my heart that beats for peace, and you.

there is a dream i remember from not so long ago.
they tell me the manuscript for my story is too childish;
they do not know it has not yet ended.