awake again, I long for the sea
luna mer
I dreamed you in an empty pool
with no reflection but neglect.
You were ashamed to have me see.
But still I saw,
and still I stayed.
there is nothing here I have not known.
no hand here I have not held.
the windows have been shut for too long a season and
the mold and mildew migrate.
this cold, damp bowl of stone
is only waiting out the winter.
my eyes are the moon in this darkest of nights.
standing in this empty belly,
the sun turns and shifts the light.
decay dissolves and blooms in newness.
some things are purified by presence alone.
water sings from the edges of your fingertips and
I am drenched and laughing and contagious.
you join me in the filling, the flooding and
the swimming.
we can barely remember the gravity of earth, the dryness of drought, the thirst...the thirst.
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dream
August 2008 
I dreamed of you in an empty pool with no reflection but neglect.
I'll have what you're having.
This is sublime.
dreams are a rich well for words….which is more real? the dream or the thing we call reality? if we get a choice…I'll dive into that pool. Out here, there is no water.