I have     been dreaming


I have been     remembering


I have been dreaming

those dreams     of meaning

that come from the waters

of dreaming     deep

like drowned men

to the gold skin

of the ocean


I have been remembering


For there is more of water

in thought     and bend

than an arm     of the ocean

more     in thought     of one

than the whole of ocean


She has become the ocean

that edges every thing

her phantom as

the water

of viridian


She has become     the ocean

the folding over main

the universal water

     of viridian



First published in Barnwood Magazine