Jeremy Bressler Poetry

Guided by the light glistening, you walk listening as the sand falls between your toes, no one knows the time, only set by the bellows from the waves as they break off the shoals, freak out by the phone ring, convinced this is just a dream, listening on the other end your fellow friend seems to have lost you to the sea, as you end your fantasy, where its back to the sea for me.

Poet: Jeremy Bressler