I dreamed the ocean
mist-pure
and smoky in my mind,
as waves crashed
and memories churned,
tidal-towed
to a long forgotten past.

I dreamed the ocean,
not quite sad,
but melancholy,
in a joyous tragedy
of all the things
which might've been.

I dreamed the ocean,
imagining that it dreamed me,
a foggy spectre,
drifting on that endless main,
into eternity.