Two months later... (for Aviv)

Once I dreamed of the Sea in Springtime
and the dream filled my soul with music and beauty,
with impulse and desire and yearning for a different way.

Though the Sea in Springtime was often unpredictable
I loved it, too, for that.
It could be rough and tempestuous at times, but it was all part of the spell.

The depth and hue of the Spring Sea was so enchanting and captivating,
none who dreamed the dream wanted to wake
only to find themselves again on on hard, dry land.

Those, like me, who dreamed this dream,
found all they wanted to do from then
was float in the Spring Sea again.

She was always obliging, inviting.
Anyone who dared enter Her domain were welcome to stay,
to flow along as long as they could, or would.

Welcome to shine brightly under the sun, glow under the moon,
welcome to keep mystical secrets with Her,
to speak Her language.

The dreamers were welcome to surrounded by Her beauty
if they were willing to taste also Her salt.

I dreamed this dream, once, of the Sea in Springtime and I hope to dream it again someday
when the slower flow of the earth brings me back again to the Sea from whence I came.