Dream

 
photo by Kathryn Ailes

photo by Kathryn Ailes

I have felt eternity tickling my feet
through seaweed fingers -
how long have I been here -
I opened my eyes too late
camouflaged on the ocean floor
I touched the bottom of en-route ships
and avidly drank their trail
I collected anchors of past promises
future treasures
meaningless rust.
Falling, as waves,
I survive, breathing
in a state of unconsciousness
and I would even derive some kind of bitter pleasure
from melancholy
if only those choices would not lead me, every time, to the same
miserable truth
a foregone conclusion.
I wish I did not embark
to this perfect life 
in turbid darkness
and silence could not shake my heart.
I am the shield of the invisible beasts,
my skin is covered in spines.
If only I could stare at the ocean's surface
once again
and hear the screams of the waves
their voices
melodic choruses
are telling our histories.
Perhaps one day,
when the shores are asleep,
I will be singing for you.

 

Federica Giardino is a 2nd-year architecture student at the University of Strathclyde. She describes herself as having "this passion for the littlest things and moments; coffee breaks, sweaters' paws to hide your hands, finding notes in old books, train journeys sitting by the window. I am a writer and an artist, and I certainly am neither. But, little by little, I am learning what it means to believe in one's self."