As sunrise approaches, the roar
of a whale rises
from the peace-hearted depths.

Grassy meadows and quiet avenues stroll
up my nostrils along the backs of thrashing waves,
and as I gasp and clamber
across the streaming sand to comfort, I gaze back and

across the sea-
blue floor of a vacant hall,
two doors swing open. I see her
black hair from a distance.

Without elapsing of time, we're together,
her arms tucked tight around me
and mine grasping

onto a jumbled mass of blanket
as we dance
to the siren of my alarm clock.

With a roll of hitting snooze
and throwing a blanket over my eyes,
I carry out my forlorn retreat

to where I'm sitting around talking
to those glimmering eyes,
walking side-by-side
with that tremulous heart,
and longing for infinite bliss
until tragedy delivers finiteness.

There is a long pause
as we stare out at the unseeing sky
and then laugh
about the trivial nature of fighting fate.

Clutching a clump of pillow,
it's like
we're holding hands and I remember

how we first met awkwardly,
and how it was all so strange,
nervousness peering over my shoulder,

and when I told her I loved her,
and would she marry me?,
and she just laughed
and pushed me off the swing set.