Seaside Dream
At Night by the seaside silent waves asleep
On high the sky is watching on a magic screen
Creation swimming full of creatures of the deep
Spell cast through Words mirror writing pictures to dream
Where ladders of golden seaweed climb shining scales
Myriad schools of changeful fish swimming silent scripts
Ships that sank so long ago somehow still set sails
Beyond to who knows where the time yet escapes and slips
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-12-26 at 04:01
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