November 15, 2008

So let me start off by saying that I am in no way a gifted poet. I love reading poetry but have never had a knack for writing it. But, I had a dream a few nights ago that sort of led me to this:

Shutting my eyes to blackness and opening then to a deep, piercing blue,

My hair flowing around me like a sheet of velvet,

With a cool calmness engulfing me, coaxing me to stay.

Transparent bubbles slowly ascent to the surface above,

Floating to the yellow halo, swaying in the waves,

Beckoning me to follow them into the unknown bliss.


I have no title, it was just a strange dream about being in the ocean that prompted it. That is all!


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