The wheel it turns above my head
gnashing, roiling, singing dread
martyrs wake in dreams they bled
lambs the shepherds slaughter.
a mountain's summit under the seas.
The sails we needed seek the breeze.
At least the fire has spared the trees,
a canopy in the water.
Horizon growing with the tide.
No time for us is left to bide.
We learn to swim only to die
in arms of Neptune's daughter.
She sings me into sweetest sleep
the ever darkness of the deep
and now my heart is hers to keep.
So thankful I had sought her.
This poem is one of the only ones I've ever had come to me in a dream, and it feels very different from my other ones. I don't believe things like this really mean anything, but the imagery has given my some new inspiration.
Thank you for reading!
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Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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Dreams are the minds’ way of speaking to us… glad you were listening!
Lovely!
I love this! So melodic and evocative, thank you so much for sharing.