What of captivating dreams?
Dreamily you are there,
Yet deep within my subconscious
I know
it is unearthly.
Encapsulated
in a dream,
Grasping air and
ejaculating early.
I wake
in a strange mood.
I think not of
what i have lost.
But the abundance
for all that is to be.
1 comment:
Ah, and so shall each day begin, with abundance of possiblity. Notice my personal preference for shorter poems. It's just a quirk, really. You might choose to savour a slightly darker poem approaching the same theme on this link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CrypticBard/637696/ Cheers.
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