Sea Dreams for M lady Emma

poem

 

Sea dreams.

 

 

The softly sighing sea it seems

surreptitiously alters dreams.

Subconsciously the ebb and flow

of surging tides which come and go.

 

Affects us adventitiously.

Almost as if by accident.

Awakening our sleeping souls

to strive for ever higher goals.

 

When wide awake we dare not try.

we wait until we are asleep.

To pursue dreams in which we fly

 as though we are content to creep.

 

earthbound through every dreary day.

But sleeping listen to the sea

which tells us there’s a better way.

Because we are not meant to be.

 

Condemned to creeping sluggishly

along the surface of the ground.

In dreams we can triumphantly

 spread our wings and fly around.

 

As freely as the restless sea

Acknowledging no boundary.

Imagination holds the key

 unlocks the door and set us free.

 

The soft seductive murmuring

of breakers lapping at the shore.
Promote nocturnal wandering

to places we’ve not seen before.

 

We leave our bodies far behind

Enjoying the brief liberty

 to seek and if we’re lucky find

A place which suits us perfectly.

 

Our bodies rest our minds do not.

Instinctively we know it’s true.

When morning comes we have forgot

and face the humdrum world anew.

 

According to our circumstance

Although some times we slip into

 some kind of daydream semi trance.

Though you may not I know I do.

 

A brief and fleeting holiday,

 a temporary state of bliss.

Relieve boredom of the day.

Could anyone begrudge us this?

 

The chances are no one will know

that quietly you’ve slipped away

 No one will notice if you go

 nor will they miss you anyway.

 

They too are lost in their day dreams

and only some emergency

 will draw them quickly back it seems.

To the world of reality.

 

3-Dec-08

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Reviews

[JohnL]

A lovely perusal of dreams, dreaming and the sea which does not avoid the challenge of some difficult rhyme, half rhyme even and it works. I live by the sea and appreciate the resonances of this fine poem.
JOHN

[SimonitroX]

Dude, this poem is great.

It does feel like someone's hallucinating within a beautiful dream until someone get slapped by the ahnds of reality.

The dream parts of the poem does made me float through the never...

I like it.. I guess, Lady Emma is a day and night dreamer. Honestly, some dreamy things are beautiful than reality but if someone wants to make this reality looks beautifil is somehow blend some of the dream onto the reality.