Dreaming Place

"Dreaming Place"

The moon is milk

pouring on her face

Her chin the teacup

pronounced and raised

She welcomes the wild light

of a full moon phase

Sparkling sand, the alter

of her dreaming place

Her sandy toes are periscopes

sneaking a focused view

of Captains on their distant ships

Giving orders to their crews

She sees the same rugged Captain

her eyes caress his handsome face

She wonders if he will find her

In her dreaming place

Her chalky fingers clasp the sand

her thumping heart begins to race

Her thoughts and dreams cresting now

like the oceans waves

The rugged Captain sees her face

his heart in eager marching pace

Rows his tender, full steam ashore

to finally catch her in her dreaming space

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one has the sound of Lord Byron to it. We get no specifics about the woman or the Captain. That's how it should be in a dream, though. The mood created says it all.

[Jason Gartin]

Ty, John the Baptist.

[Dave Brown]

Very enjoyable
Definitely, much more interesting dreams than I'm able to conjure
Possibly, its because I'm not attractive enough

[Jason Gartin]

Ty. Dave. I appreciate you reading my poems. I’ll definitely be combing through yours!!