• The vast blackness of my soul never ends.
    The coldness of stone under my feet as I look within my blackened soul.
    The wind blows cold moving my white dress.
    Hair in my face I close my eyes to hear the blackness move.
    Water floods over my feet the stone below disappears to sand the blackness to moon light.
    The wind with the smell of sea.
    I open my eyes to jolt back to the blackness were I fall into awareness of my room in the night the moon light through the window the sound of the dream still in my mind.