A Poem: The Purple Ocean
The dreamscape begins: I step into the white sand.
My memories resurface and expand;
I remember this place, the purple ocean,
How she loves any and every emotion.
Her giant waves knock the shore,
And I wait for each encore.
— -
The ocean hidden in my dreams,
The meeting place of all the streams,
Where my ancestors go and wait —
They listen and watch the mysteries of fate.
— -
The ocean calls me to a tall, black door —
One I can’t enter nor explore.
At least, not until fate has given its invitation —
Seeking it now will only end in frustration.
I can’t know what’s beyond the purple waters;
It will one day call to my daughters,
By then, I’ll be waiting for them on the other side.
I’ll be waiting for them at the purple seaside.
— -
Wake from my dream,
I can feel something in my bloodstream.
What strange things are passed down;
my family memories form a town.
There is comfort in pillows and sheets;
There is comfort in the dream that repeats.
Originally published: https://vocal.media/poets/the-purple-ocean
