thoughts on waking up from a dream adventure
I hold hands with a friend
I've never seen ---
rocky cliffs and tavern-tossed poems,
small ships coming to wharf,
breeze subsiding until the water
is still and we are silent,
but our hearts are moving toward
We are in love with the world.
Even the kraken beckons us more
to wonder than fear.
I'd rather be buried at sea,
in a full storm,
than miss this moment,
that colossal octopus rising
out of the water, and you to share
just before it pulls me under.
Image borrowed from The Medievalists.Net