The Dream
Katie Achilli
For the moment, she sleeps.
Tresses blue like the veins
of the sea she longs to swim in
and sleep in the empty home of a shell.
No longer does she want to argue
with toads,
be taunted by crows,
or be clouded by green firs.
I could give her the sea,
Cover her with a blanket of foam.
She could converse with the foolish gulls,
sing with the sirens,
and live among the friendly barnacles.
These things visit her at night.
Slow smiles grow in the dark
and with the light they are gone.
Tresses blue like the veins
of the sea she longs to swim in
and sleep in the empty home of a shell.
No longer does she want to argue
with toads,
be taunted by crows,
or be clouded by green firs.
I could give her the sea,
Cover her with a blanket of foam.
She could converse with the foolish gulls,
sing with the sirens,
and live among the friendly barnacles.
These things visit her at night.
Slow smiles grow in the dark
and with the light they are gone.