The Green Lake of Dreams

The Green Lake of Dreams

A Poem by thyra

A stranger wandering into his dreams. Slowly opening thoughts on the realm of his surroundings.


I wonder how the stars look like,
where the green lake resides
in surreal never-ending destiny,
deep in the shadows of my dreams.

Here, I am loving fear,
a secret to see the beauty in this scene.
My breath gushes as the boat ride turns quick.
And rich supple stretched on.

Between ripples, I ask, is it fate with innocence that time crosses?
in a dream as artless and so lovely, but,
innocuous watercolors add untainted chaste.

As I travel to something in beyond,
no single sound thou-est show.
Lurking darkness engulfs right everywhere,
Speaking what I don’t know of.

They say lakes are farther than a river.
At such good sense, to take a dive
could mean entering its grown mystery?
Which grows thicker as my boat moved.

© 2017 thyra

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Added on June 12, 2017
Last Updated on June 12, 2017
Tags: dreams, lake, green, surrealist, realm, shadows




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