Song from a shell

In the icy depths of sleep, in dreams, you held me when I was no one,
just myself, a shell

You held me at the edges where I could have been anyone,
but wasn’t—

and in sleep, in dreams, is where I miss you the most

For making me believe I was someone, made better, through you

(Is that all we are to one another? An admirer of shells, who sees some beauty in the same? Who hears a song in the silence, who makes an instrument of me, a reason to be?)

In the icy depths of sleep, I am no different than the rest—
it’s you who made me see myself differently.

About pinklightsabre

Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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4 Responses to Song from a shell

  1. This poem is weaved in a powerful manner, teaching the soul on life and what we go through often.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Oh nice, thanks Vishal…I think there’s something there, but I haven’t pulled it out yet. Maybe some day, or maybe it has worked for you? That’s great, thanks for letting me know…! Bill

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