DREAMS… a poem

painting of tree

I was dreaming

Yes, this is true

In places I cannot explain

No idea of where or who

Frustrated, I call out in the night

And wake myself supine

Trying to recapture

These crazy dreams of mine



In melodramatic debauchery

Where dreams sit like

Birds on icicle fences…

Where oceans lap upon

The sands

Like strident lovers…

Caressing and callous…

Sounding for words

In fathomless depths…

A storm approaches…

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