Dream Ocean

Odilon Redon, Ophelia Among the Flowers

Dream Ocean

Time is an ocean, and we
small fish or sailing ships,
a gull in flight from waves to quay,

in dreams, I am all three.

Through walls I coast
where my dead parents–
look remarkably well, almost

as they were, not ghosts,
but shimmering,

and there my children, both young and older,
and dead pets now alive and by my side–
I am every version of myself—sometimes bolder–

in the multiverse of my mind, I find
sea glass treasures, polished by time
returned to me by dream-sea, ephemeral, sublime.

For dVerse, where Ingrid has asked us to write about dreams or visions.

39 thoughts on “Dream Ocean

  1. This is absolutely stunning work done, Merril! 😍 I especially love; “in the multiverse of my mind, I find sea glass treasures, polished by time.” ❤️❤️

  2. Poignant, powerful and full of heart.
    Odilon Redon seems to inspire you a great deal, Merril.

    (5 more days and winter is 1/3 through….. not that I’m counting)

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