Sea Glass Dreams Poem by Danette Frenz

Sea Glass Dreams



My head was clear,
No dreams, so far I’d fear.
But last night I dreamed a dream,
So vivid-so it seemed.

It felt so real,
Was an ordeal,
But I awoke with sweat,
A dream I could not forget.

Etched in my mind,
Like the etchings on sea glass you find,
Tumbling round and round,
In my mind, like a merry-go-round.

When I was manic,
I would panic,
Staying up too late,
Then forgetting the date.

Now I sleep so deep,
Sweet dreams to reap.
Of sea glass dreams,
That came in streams,
Oh what a foregleam,
Of what it is to dream!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Today I was in the ocean water, picking up stones to skip. The next stone I picked up was not a stone, but a sea glass. I held onto this rare jewel and plan to drill it to make a piece of jewelry like a bracelet or pendant. I was thinking about Tessa as I was skipping stones, so this poem is dedicated to her.
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