Dreaming of driftwood: A story of you and me

The ocean breeze and the salt in your hair,

seaweed ribbons amidst abandoned seashells--

I'd sit here and count the waves with you

until the rocks we sat upon turned to sand,

and we became nothing more than driftwood:

We'd float out to sea,

just you and me.

We'd float out to sea,

amongst our backdrop of coral trees framing jellyfish seas,

We are finally free,

we are finally free.

I spend my time living in this daydream,

and it makes it harder to breathe in waking reality

because with every breath I take,

I wish it was your air in my lungs.

And I don't know if I'm feeling lost or found,

because every minute spent floating,

is only another minute until I drown--

When I sink to the bottom,

who's hand will reach out?

You're living mornings away,

in your quaint little life--

we see each other only in our dreams,

so each morning,

I pray for the night.

And in every seagull I hear,

or every bit of sand I touch,

I dream of becoming driftwood once again.

All I ask of you now

is to not be so lovely,

or I'll miss you too much;

I'm asking you to feel

something neither of us can touch--

We rely on ocean relics and dreams to keep the memory of us.

I hold this seashell so close to my ear,

that I swear I can hear your voice,

and I'll speak to the salty sea breeze,

and hope that its carried to you--

I miss you so much,

I miss you so much,

I miss you so much,

dreams are becoming not enough.

Reviews

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

i like the poetic and clever line that were written, and can tell that this one was written very articulate.

[KL]

I've been reading a lot of metaphorical poems today relating to the sea... it's such a powerful, ambiguous symbol and I love when people use it to its potential. This is no exception, the allusion of driftwood and being nothing more than free flowing (carefree) individuals going wherever the current took you is great. Touching on the dreamlike beauty of the ocean and referring to it in both a positive and negative light makes the poem all the more real... lots of memorable lines in this that I really like. Well done, Julianna.

[J.S. Pua]

it had nice imagery..
dream-like..
well-written all through out..

great poem..

[Pax Analog]

Poignant and charmingly classic lover's longing, all the more effective for being set on the seashore, and for the embrace of the driftwood trope.

Holding a seashell to your ear (instead of a cell phone), gives your poem an aura of timeless romantic enchantment, of souls linked at the heart through many lives.

And being apart from the object of the poet's heart's desire makes the grasping of ocean relics and dreams for memory's sake all the more touching.

Beautiful work.