A perfect summer day.
A lucid ocean dream.
I am driftwood just rolling in the waves.
The seagulls pass by.
They don’t know that I was once a little boy.
And I realized then,
As I was floating there,
How many pebbles are hiding in the sand.
Living with the sea, in quiet harmony
Until I take one home.
I’ll show everyone my little souvenir
To remind them of how good life can be.
Just a tiny thing, in an ocean dream.
Please don’t wake me up.


© 2006 Brendon Matthew Thomas