M. L. Kiser Poet Sestina

Navigating Dreamtime Waters

My boat glides,
upon silvery waters, 
to the distant shore 
and below the depths, 
there are no limits or borders; 
I won’t allow them in my dreams.

When I dream, 
images glide 
with no frames or borders; 
across my dreamtime waters.
I know what hides in those depths 
and how far I am from the safety of the shore.

Upon the shore
I safely sleep and dream.
I do not fear the abysmal depths.
I just, smoothly glide
across those waters;
without limits or borders.

Self-limiting borders, 
unlike the shore, 
foul the dreamtime waters 
of my dreams.
They make, unstable…the glide;
calling dark, dismal images up from the depths.

There are many depths, 
within the minds borders.
As I glide
 to the safety of dreamtime’s shore; 
I pass through many dark dreams, 
within those waters.

The great collector…water, 
hides many secrets in its depths.
In my dreams, 
I allow no limits or borders; 
just a beckoning shore, 
toward which, I glide.

A soul glides, upon etheric waters.
Traveling to distant shores; it fathoms dreamtime depths.
No borders are there; there’s no place for them, 
in my dreams.

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