Dim lanterns barely visible
perhaps there’s no light at all
but my own vision and colors
behind closed eyes
Damp moss smell, the sound of waves
breezes just cooler than body
trace their way through air to seek a lash or a face
exotic salt and floral scents from very far away
I kneel in moist and cushioned sand that holds at first
then gives, unable to brace my fall with my hands
or my body prone I fall amid fine spray
of quartz and feldspar smothered until I collapse
through the top of a cool grotto and alight
ever so gentle to final rest
Dim lanterns
barely breathing
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 