Black is the aura of sea that plunges
into delirious vision
which to another is known as dream.

Neither sunshine nor cloud
offer comfort here
as I struggle to hold on
and gasp for air.

In my sleep, I see you
with arms outstretched
battling shadows
and fury of white waves.
Could the impossible ensue,
so that I would turn my thoughts
upon eloquent lips
feel adrenaline rush
as every pore of my being is set
on fire.

It is then that I blink
as recognition washes over me,
you are gone
and once again, I find myself
being led
away by the sea.

Dreaming is drowning
willfully
as spirit is released
from the clutches of fear;
it is both essence of dark
and a gateway to light.

 

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Posted for ‘Weekend Challenge’ @ Real Toads

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