I Dream

A surrealism poem about a dream.

I layed my head upon

A soft white pillow

Ready for the fingers of sleep

To caress my hair.

Eyes shut tight,

The relaxing sensation rolled

From my brain to my toes, and

Everything

Went

Dark.

An ocean of neither liquid nor gas

Splashed as far as I could see

Around my island rock.

I wish to cross it.

Then a canoe appeared,

Bouncing off the stone as it bobbed.

I step in, and it sways.

As I sit, it rows,

Away into the horizon.

We travel for only seconds,

But hours at the same time.

The destination is a fish.

A top hat adorns his golden head,

And he nods it at me in greeting.