The darkest dream he ever told me in detail

Was about the sea.

And maybe that was enticing to me

As I needed the waves

Rolling and crashing over my mind but

Missing the scattered fragments

Of my heart because those will wash away like

Another insignificant grain of sand.

He whispered low in my ears, sweet as honey

About the currents he traveled

The lapping water making the most beautiful music

He had ever heard, a melody

Sung to him by the sirens in his head and

He painted pictures of finding

Oneself and with that golden discovery comes revelations

Of what hope means too.

The wind spoke volumes of the sky and billowed

In the sails giving direction.

I was a fool, starry eyed and confused I asked softly

'But that sounds divine

Not a nightmare at all, something I would strive to be

Able to imagine when I cast into dreams.'

He lifted my chin, his crystal eyes locking in my dull ones

'I never came home to you.'

And now those nightmares rise up in me too.

The dreams when I don’t

See the etches of his jaw line and our silhouettes pressed together

Are the most terrifying haunting of sleep.