In a dream
On a recent night
I found my self
In the waves the fight
I was not alone
In the deep blue sea
There were many
That floated with me
Then in the Heavens
We saw things great
A glass window
About to break
A terrible beast
Flow past by
And an old fell
From the sky so high
And we began
To float upward
As if being taken
By a Godly Word
But I resisted
And swam ashore
For the intent of this
Was left of unsure
Beautiful!
Thank you. It always amazes at how the poem Iām least proud are found to be good by others. You just gave me more confidence. š
Ah, that happens!