Sometimes The Ocean

Speaks
When a wave pushes up the beach and reminds us that it is
Oh, so very unpredictable.
When we stand with our feet just along the shore
And the water rushes up our calves
It says, "Move more."
We wiggle our toes about the sand and think
How grand
The universe is for us to explore.

With laced fingers we embrace the sun
As it says goodnight
And lights its stars like a candle at twilight.
As each wave crashes, so do we
Against uncertainty.
Irony, it seems, that the ocean comes to see
The mountain's peak
As we seek
It's dark, rolling mystique.

It reflects us, I know it,
And our altered minds glow
To show it.
And we smile bigger than the ocean can ever
Because the cool, salty breeze says,
"Life is an endeavor."

I Could Only Dream

I wonder why some people remember their dreams more frequently than others. What determines this? Is it something obvious like REM hours? Is it whether someone is a heavy or light sleeper? Or maybe it's something more abstract, like IQ?

I'm curious. I'll probably do some research and post about it later.

Here's a haiku:


I could only dream
That all night I’d see the stars
And lay beside you


It's a really old one I wrote in high school, and it's strange how much more I think it resonates with me now than it ever did in the past. Makes me wonder how much I've really changed.

When I was in high school I trained myself how to remember my dreams for a little while. I would spend the whole night having fantastic, sometimes scary, totally abstract, sometimes vividly realistic dreams that I could recall right away in the morning. I kept a journal next to my bed and wrote them down while they were fresh in my mind. It was almost as if training myself to grab a pen and paper right in the morning kept me in this semi-conscious state where I could easily remember dreams. It was neat while it lasted.

Shhhh

Sometimes I have things to write about that I shouldn't write on a public website.

I like to tell my secrets to the leaves.

Cause a single leaf
Tells the secret to the wind,
And the wind tells the secret
To all the others on a tree.

And they all laugh with me,
All in unison,
Swaying and bending
Over in laughter