thoughts on waking up from a dream adventure


I hold hands with a friend

I've never seen --- 

rocky cliffs and tavern-tossed poems,

read aloud,

small ships coming to wharf,

breeze subsiding until the water

is still and we are silent,

but our hearts are moving toward

distant sirens.


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

the vision,

just before it pulls me under.


 Image borrowed from The Medievalists.Net


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