Awakening

Poem about lucid dreaming / #5 / 1990-91 (high school)

I flow through my conscience
floating on soft images
drifting gently towards the land
resting quietly on the shore
sifting slow sand through my toes

An oak wood door appears for me
and moaning, moaning, opens for me
i listen to the sirens’ sad song
as spider-shadows dance beyond
a tip-toe, a whisper
and then i am gone

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