Drifting on the sea
was a tin can with silver gleam.
I simply sigh,
thinking I’m one inch high
so I can sail off to lands in a dream.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Drifting on the sea
was a tin can with silver gleam.
I simply sigh,
thinking I’m one inch high
so I can sail off to lands in a dream.
This almost seems like a lucid dream, that you were aware you were in a dream–very atmospheric, looming, yet playful.