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Dread Sea of Tears

It was the dream we dread the most,
or second most,
depending on circumstances of fate or heart.

She woke grabbing at the inconsistencies of it,
the weird things that were not normal in
the space time continuum,
her desperate attempt to negate
the part that was both possible
and one day inevitable
for that was the only way
to stop the pain that flung sobs
into the quiet before dawn.

It worked for only a minute or two
long enough for her to roll into his warm body,
oblivious in sleep to her pain

and the pure joy of the realization
he lay breathing beside her
fought in vain against the image of her drive
up a road she’d never traveled
past narrowing roads and a broken tree trunk
guiding her to the place he had willed her to go,
for he had only discovered it just before death,
no time to share it together.

It was this village of wooden walkways beside the sea
where she walked to mix tears with the rain they both loved
and in a moment of normalcy
she entered a store and palmed money to storekeeper

and woke shortly thereafter
to fling bottomless sobs toward the sea.

Marcia McLees Bogaert
12/30/08

Tags: death, dream, poetry