Kerri Wineland Poet Imagism

In My Sea of Green

Here I melt under myself
with only time resting on 
a bubbly surface of dreams

I float on clouds of emerald,
hovering up to the welkins;
they're calling me, 
I know it's time to go...

Here I lay beside myself
watching, anxious for discovery,
for acceptance elsewhere;
away from duration

Incandescence glows like 
multi-colored rays of moonlight
beaming down, and I rest peacefully
in my sea of green

I know it's time to go home

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