I'm dreaming of the sea tonight;
while I think about the you
you use to be,
I watch a page in this book
absorb a drop of water.
I get the feeling that
I'm just a grain of salt,
and there's a lot of sand
on this stormy beach,
but when I do I know that
I'll just be washed away
in the sea of silhouettes
drawn in my mind.
So I'm sinking to the very bottom
of my very own mind
where reality is skipping
over the linoleum tiles
in the hospital hallways,
where walking seems like floating
and somehow the bottom
of the sea, over time
flows it's way to the top.
