Giant Wave

I dreamed a giant wall of water came to swallow us. It was obscenely green, crystalline, but somehow gentle. We were far away, Europe maybe, the rooftop of some obscenely gorgeous house (of course), filled with vines and flowers and beauty. We watched the wave of water come, calmly, as if facing certain finality, and yet undaunted. You and I will always be undaunted. Together, alone, together, or alone. When it came, it came gently, sweeping water to our toes, receding only to a foot of water. You held my hand. You held my hand at the pretend of the end of world. Here we are. Here we are. So we are. As long as you hold my hand, I'll be ok.