The sea was awake at midnight.
\nI heard it rustle on the shore
\nlike a restless ghost.
\nThe bottom of its dress blew in the wind
\nwith white foam
\ncascading on its feet.
\nI wondered what sorrows
\nkept it awake,
\ndenied it the sleep enjoyed
\nby her marine children.
\nIt seemed to ask in a plaintive voice,
\nwhy am I awake?<\/p>\n
I could only shake my head.
\nI don\u2019t know, I said.
\nIt replied in the echo of a shell,
\nI am full of darkness.
\nThe stars cannot comfort me.
\nWhere can I lay my head
\nand listen to the wind
\nsing to me?
\nI had no answer.
\nPerhaps you are only made of dreams,
\nI muttered.
\nHow could you sleep?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The sea was awake at midnight. I heard it rustle on the shore like a restless ghost. The bottom of its dress blew in the…<\/p>\n