Tsunamis of Subterranean Thought

I was always dancing in the backdrop of your dreams

Whispering truth to in your ears

While you reclined with half-closed eye lids

Between your waking and sleeping worlds

My burden was light

Brilliant and bursting forth

When morning became electric...

The sunrise setting fire to your sky.

In the waking world

They mocked your Greek Valentine

Renaming your references to agape as "Tsunami Love"

Until Grace washed over you all,

Victim and perpetrators alike.

In one great tidal wave

Knocking you over.

In your dreamscape

You muscle hard to the surface,

Still trying to recover,

As if it all depended upon you!

Spewing seaweed and saltwater across the sand.

You wonder if your feet grip the Rock

Or are slipping

As you are dashed to pieces?

I burn with the heat of a supernova

To rouse you from your comatose state

Yet you still drift with the tide,

Your voice a faint echo in the waves.