Dreamwords

Silence settles to sleep. It carries me on wings of dream- to fall to mystic seas, where gallant cry from ocean guides, combine with pacifying tide and- octopi pocket down in sandy waters, underground. Shelled and crusteacous dive from mirths of solid surface- to ride the claps of lapsing waves-over the swaying beds of coral made. There, tiny schools in buoyant pull- spool together, wading through. As midnight casts its mirrored ball, across the ocean's surface wall, spirits gowned with gathered night- speak dreamwords in mystic flight.