A Seascape Dream At Dawn Poem by Ananta Madhavan

In that sloth before waking up a dream may come
And vanish without trace, unless its vividness
Is noted on a scrap of paper or saved in cyber-space.

This dawn I dreamt that I was in a car,
High up on a hill, when we began
Slowly descending by the hairpin bends,
In lower gear for safety. At one pause,
I came upon a sudden seascape, vast and endless;
Strong blusters whirled the leaves of swaying trees
And held rain promise. The pitted water surface
Sprang out in myriad little boats; they were like
Fully fashioned naval fleets, forming and re-forming;
Every Instant they appear and exit:
A life, an ego, a birth for mirth and woe
Will vanish into oceanic oblivion
In imagined Time sans history,
Symbols of transience in boundless Eternity.