View From My Window

The Glass House

I am alone in a sea of grief.  There is the shore.
So far away.  I dream of mermaids,
twining my fingers in their long blonde hair,
fascinated by all that silk.  Their eyes
are blue as the sea.  They take me to their house
of glass at the bottom of the sea.
Blue, so blue, I mistake their eyes
for pearls.

I waken.  Tears on my cheeks,
and think, Marmelade.