Sea dreams by Kevin Wallace
We listen while the wind roars like the sea Pushing against the glass windows insistently probing at the edges of our sleep whistling at What dreams come with forgetting the wind roars like the sea but the sea has no memory… no memory of the days we spent as kids building sandcastles with plastic spades… no memory of love made and lost in waves no memory of the whales taken from the deep… no memory of the storms that sank ships in their wrath… no memory of the moon and its draw on the tides no memory of the reflections it throws back… no memory of the dreams we loose in the deep, on the edges of sleep, as the wind roars incessantly, and forgetfully-no, the sea has no memory.