Poetry 'n Prose


Before I went to bed
There was jeweled sea-glitter
Surging under a big moon
But the gale had withered in the night.

I lie awake in the early morning hours
High up under the roof beams,
The tide out;
Cries of gull and sandpiper
Come up faintly from the seashore
And gently populate the morning

As I lie I dream the shore
Stretching away into the mist,
Towards the endless dream.

The Sea Of Dreams

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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