another dreaming tale

4 a.m., the alarm of several screaming diesel machines.

the plume of smokestack signals.

and in that, some find the need for a cup of brewed coffee beans.

there found, on the horizon, the daylight tickles.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

the beginning always meets the end

and one day the right words will mend.

take off, and the plane will send

a delivered need of emotions hemmed.

 

a break in the bone,

and find the fool all alone.

a look in the mirror,

and find that fool looking back.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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One Response to another dreaming tale

  1. reocochran says:

    I like going out to sea and never coming back to reality, lost in dream land.

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