Dream Ocean
The breathless seas expire across the shore
as if still more to dramatize decay,
as if the spirit realm were threatening;
unseen the children of the day who swim
within reality you cannot touch,
who bear no name, who are the aliens
encamped upon a planet floating in
a world of dreams
As such, it is illusory to read
the ink upon a non-existent page,
for lucid reverie is ours when we
can touch this fleeing fantasy of skin,
and see just how it molds itself around
our skeleton, creates the apertures
that let us see and hear, the brain that lets
us stop and wonder, and the tear that takes
the moment into memory.
In such a night alone, the love we share
is just a gentle brooding shadow of
beneficence that hovers over all the stones,
the souls in flight,
the messengers of light.
It is the commonality
to which we cling, and some of us
will call it God.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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