Measuring Dreams
The streams deluge is a sweet impromptu
Of entranced embankments deflecting the mass,
Infinite depths are the enquiries, ‘where to’
Jagged, tempestuous perpendiculars, alas
Quantify clandestine with volume I’d muster,
Then rapid becomes and is powerless to stop
Disturbing my sleep and awakening lack lustre,
Gently it beckons to an inevitable drop.
Just as my thoughts ask, ‘where do my dreams go?
How long have I slept here, and how far the flow.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007
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