everything was made of words

In my dream
There were no quotation marks
The words were my own
They doused and tumbled and shook and whispered and caressed and tinged 
In my dream the creatures of the depths 
visited the shore
They kissed the foamy mouth of earth 
And then slipped back into best-kept-secrets
In my dream the barnacle pebbles 
didn't roll my ankles
And the colors were expressions
In my dream the stones stayed oven-warm when the air grew cool 
In my dream
Men cut the glass water with noise
In my dream 
God's elbows rested
in the mountain crevices
Because He'd left His heaven throne
To come visit man 
In my dream 
I was awake