Light of the sea

Light of the sea
 
 
 
In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.  
So I ran, unwrapping myself down the beach  
till my skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.  
I dove in. Your voice was the current,  
a melody gathering words to itself  
for to sing, and then sang them,  
and they swirled all around as iridescent fish  
bringing light to the world.  
 
Then I was water, a river  
washing the night from my flesh,  
and a cradled body rising in me  
till it was clean, glow¬ing,  
and when I surfaced, glistening,  
there was not an inch of light that didn’t cling to.
 
By nutbuster