Reality Dreams

A purest soul upon a ship
that sails the nights within my dreams
A face that lights the darkness there
that stirs the blood to tarry not
The fire that flows from root sincere
upon the waves, reflection gleams
And emerald pools of depth profound
o'er which a war is easily fought

A visage, yet of flesh and blood
A muse eternal, earthly bound
Perhaps, an angel, lost her way
though evidence, a doubt, would cast
These thoughts flow through my consciousness
covering me till nearly drowned
A gentle touch would answer all
and calm my seething mind at last


1 comment:

  1. This one is supposed to be read with a fairly Scottish/North English accent. I had a friend's voice in mind, she is from York. Someday, maybe Roma will read it for me.