If memory serves:
there was a dark pool in my dreams
that you were bathing in-
and the moon, or rather, its other self
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Once again, your journey into the mind is startling. Can we ever fully comprehend it, well, hardly, but these efforts are a joy to read. I love the last lines, '...can only explain as incoherent noise; waves that break far beneath the surface.' What an amazing insight.
Well at long last Amberlee! Beautiful poem-lovely comparison between the water and the dreamwork.
If u don't think that i am flattering; let me confess; this poem; every word is gold...u could create right ambience with those beautiful words; ; ; how I missed ur poems so far? ? ? ! !