Christina A. Sharik
SAND DOLLAR DREAMS
Deep in slumber, come the dream
dolphins, sand, and waves of green
fish and shells and rope seaweed
wrap around my Gulf Coast need…
I dream of walking on the sand
far from a winter wonderland
far from the problems of the war
far from the love I knew before.
Deep in the night, come the waves
that cover me with warmth that saves –
and I’m unaware of what this means
when slumber brings sand dollar dreams.
©Copyright November 2003 by Christina A. Sharik