One moment before waking, it all made perfect sense,
but if there’s no return from where they’ve gone –
those cuttlefish dreams of rippling colours
that flashed by spontaneously, waving
hypnotising tentacles of hope –
I know that others will soon wash over me,
calming the billions of agitated grains
that choke my mind with ever-shifting sand:
soothing jellyfish visions floating past,
strange and charming as midnight seahorses,
escorting me back to the place I lost.
Published in Drawn to the Light.