Reverie
Dreaming that the ocean floorswims above my head, thoughts
come in waves, rippling
around my convoluted mind.
Inverted skies beneath my feet,
sun warms my soles, lightly
do I dance, pirouetting
over silken clouds.
Travelling to the horizon
prising blues apart, slipping
through a space and embracing
an enveloping world.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-05-08 at 18:37
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