In your dreams, you float on waves soft as a silk
web and listen to the crash of foam against the shore.
Birds, like delicate feathers, will float seamlessly in the sky.
The sun shall play a shadow of light upon the sea,
and you will swear you saw the ghosts of the Pacific.
On the shore, you shall see pitched translucent tents
like whispers of history. Children shall build sand-castles
on the white-ashen beach, and their parents will stand guard
before the moat, acting like gatekeepers. You will look into
your palm and discover a single strand of silk. It is the
sea, winking at you and promising the fancy love of the cliff's
hope to you in tiny laughs. And like a little child, you shall
cradle the silk and throw yourself into the sea. The feeling
of captivated exuberance fills your heart.