Visions Creeping - Sos

In the ocean of my sleep stars glow like fragile seeds and I sail across the celestial tranquil black sky where silence is hanging sublime and I fall through this dark warm dream my hair a flowing river and I drift to beautiful places and green lush temples but my tranquility is soon hanging from branches dripping in the grey woods of my mind lost in a crowd of nameless faces thick like trees in the woods at night with eyes blank as statues and a hundred whispers silent to my hearing just shadows swaying in the silence- swaying in rhythm O, it is a restless dream, endless I want to shout- stop, stop worshiping golden Gods you are empty, alone and cold bone but I am lost in the sounds of silence, a dream prisoner lost in the whirling silence that surrounds me and the stars are flashing, exploding, bursting, blazing and my dream is falling to ashes I wake to a dawn distant and dark with echoes of silent thoughts in my heart . . . _______________________ July 24, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/Visions Creeping Copyright Protected, ID 19-1168-509-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Inspiration - Sounds of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel Written for the contest, Sounds of Silence sponsor, John Hamilton Fourth Place