Memories of sand and sea

Falling into the sky
Of stars,
From the waterbed.
The sand where I anchored
My toes, sunk deep
And the sea-weed was roped to my hair.

Between the moon and it's
Wavering twin,
That holds me in
Its cold, uncertain arms -
My night

Fragments, like an ocean
Thats rent
Apart, with a broken spell
Of some clock striking twelve
Like a mallet that shatters
The calm.

The day was full of promise,
You hunted and built our shelter,
I fed you, and made it a home.
The night was cold,
But I drew some warmth
From you, and
From the crackling fire we made -
Hot stones that baked in
Molten sand,
And burned a hole in the night
One demon red eye glowing-
A hungry furnace,
Always wanting,
To keep it alive
We feed it more,
It consumes all and never sates -
When it burns out
It leaves a carcass of blackened earth
And ash.

The shell I found
Between the waves
The heart shaped swirl of mother of pearl -
The most beautiful, precious
The largest of treasures,
I held it between my fingers and
Suddenly saw I had empty hands
And no matter how I dug
And raked, my fingers
Through the bed of sand,
I could not find it again.
So in the red-eyed break
Of day,
When the blinding sun forces my mind awake -
I steered myself
To walk away,
From the treasure I lost there,
From the world where I fell in love -
I felt my memories ebb away
Like a tide, like a handful of sand
Like the realest of dreams - but
Never real enough
That I could wake and walk away
And still take a piece of it with me.