I dreamed I smelled the sea this week...
Seascape, 3 AM
Landlocked I dream
of the wind that
comes ten-thousand miles
without one human breath,
wind that throws
its sleepless
seasmell in my face,
singing louder than
the giant's roar
of broken time.
Free as wolves
before the hunter's shot,
alone with the one I've loved
but never had;
my seaweed dreams
blow this life
away.
~March 2018
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Image: Seascape, 1879, by Pierre-Auguste Renoir Public Domain