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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2018

The Final Dream

by Gregory E. Lucas

 

 

After dreams of everlasting

dreamless sleep upon a crescent moon

that glides among stars glittering

above an ocean calmer than the calmest lake,

night turns to the gleam

of a not-so-long-ago summer afternoon:

on a giant seagull’s back, you fly

a few feet above the whitecapped waves.

Your past-self, strong, healthy, swims below you.

Turbulent pools shimmer.

A school of little fish leaps

through rainbowed haloes

while the salted wind carries

the lifeguard’s shrill repeated whistles

that mix with the closest swimmers’ screams

and pierce the cacophony of shouts from the shoreline.

Reflected sunlight glints

above tremulous currents,

where the long shadow prowls

below the ocean’s surface

and suddenly lunges toward you                                                                 

who swims like an Olympian

to save your life—dear life—

impossible, then, to ever surrender.

Fins flash. Splashes everywhere

as the lifeguard extends her arms,

reaches out her hands

whose fingertips change to feathery clouds

that lift you from the surf

and set you down

on a crescent bed, softer than the softest sand,

while the seagull wails like a mourner

and soars toward a veil of darkening wisps.

 

Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry.  His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism.  He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry. His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism. He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018