She dreams of standing on an empty beach, looking out to the vast ocean. Descending into soothing depths, the empathetic water washes over, the coolness under hair, in ears and meeting fingertips; enveloped in one quick breath, into an underworld, where all is quiet.

Floating ghostly soft, suspended
In silver watery nebula,
A weightless mind shimmering on the edge of dreams.

Somewhere a glass sphere falls,
She lifts her head,
Eyes blinking at blurred orbs of light,
Tears merge with ebb and flow,
And rising, an exalted angel

Image by Ed Freeman